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She had, however, the fault common to enthusiasts of ignoring any slackness of response on the part of her hearers, and Lily was amused by her unconsciousness of the resistance displayed in every angle of Mr. Gryce's attitude.
Gryce's movement of sudden interest "A girl one who sewed for us disappeared last night in a way to alarm us very much. She was taken from her room " "Yes," she cried vehemently, seeing my look of sarcastic incredulity, "taken from her room; she never went of her own accord; and she must be found if I spend every dollar of the pittance I have laid up in the bank against my old age."
Gryce's conscience was quite seared in certain places. The next morning Mr. Gryce received a small communication from Miss Butterworth at or near the very time she received one from him. Hers ran: You were quite correct. So far as appears, I was the only person to lean over Mr. Adams's study table after his unfortunate death. I have had to clip the ends of my boa.
"I have taken a deep interest in this tragedy, and have come into possession of some facts in reference to it which as yet I have imparted to no living soul." Mr. Gryce's interest in my poor little vase increased marvellously. Seeing this, I complacently continued: "I could not have accomplished so much had I indulged in a confidant.
"Why, this: when she stopped to get her money out of some hidden pocket, she pulled up the skirt of her dress, and I saw another one under it. Perhaps she thought that was the easiest way of carrying it. I noticed that her suit-case was a small one." "Describe that under-frock to me." Mr. Gryce's air and tone were unaccountably earnest. "What was its color?" "Why, reddish, I think.
Lily, with the flavour of Selden's caravan tea on her lips, had no great fancy to drown it in the railway brew which seemed such nectar to her companion; but, rightly judging that one of the charms of tea is the fact of drinking it together, she proceeded to give the last touch to Mr. Gryce's enjoyment by smiling at him across her lifted cup.
Mr. Gryce's manner changed. "Then you did hear it. You were near enough to distinguish between a scream and a gasp. Where were you, and why weren't you seen by my man when he went through the building?" "I I was kneeling out of sight too shocked to move. But I grew tired of that and wanted to go; but on reaching the court, I found the doors closed. So I came here." "Kneeling!
Raymond," he now said, almost abruptly; "do you know a gentleman by the name of Clavering residing at present at the Hoffman House?" "Not that I am aware of." "He is very polished in his manners; would you mind making his acquaintance?" I followed Mr. Gryce's example, and stared at the chimney-piece. "I cannot answer till I understand matters a little better," I returned at length.
"Then what ailed ye ter go an' tell sech a lie ter Gryce's boys las' night jes' down thar outside o' the shop?" Stephen Ryder demanded. Ab stared at him, evidently bewildered. "Ye tole 'em," continued the blacksmith, striving to refresh his memory, "ez Bob Peachin say ez how ye mought know I war deceivin' by my bein' named Stephen an' that I war the hongriest critter an'"
As soon as they were on the table, the mother pushed them over to Mr. Gryce. As he looked at them, the girl lifted off her cloak. "Will will he tell?" she whispered behind its ample folds into her mother's ear. The answer came quickly, but not in the mother's tones. Mr. Gryce's ears had lost none of their ancient acuteness. "I do not see that I should gain much by doing so.
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