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"Thar now!" exclaimed Abner Ryder desperately; "dad's at it fur true!" "Mebbe he'll go away arter a while, Ab," suggested Jim Gryce, another of the small boys. "Then that'll gin us our chance." "Waal, I reckon we kin stiffen up our hearts ter wait," said Ab resignedly.
I should like to hear them, Mr. Gryce. I should like to hear them very much."
Gryce, with a suddenly developed interest in the lid of his inkstand, recalled the lines which Mr. Adams had written immediately before his death, and found himself wholly at sea. How reconcile facts so diametrically opposed? What allusion could there be in these lines to the new-made bride of another man? They read, rather, as if she were his own bride, as witness: I return your daughter to you.
As if in answer to this wish the door opened and one of our men came in with a letter in his hand. "Ha!" exclaimed Mr. Gryce, after he had perused it, "look at that." I took the letter from his hand and read: The dead body of a girl such as you describe was found in the East river off Fiftieth Street this morning. From appearance has been dead some time.
Gryce, who, in a light overcoat and muffler, sat somewhat nervously on the edge of his chair, while Carry Fisher, with all the energy of eye and gesture with which nature and art had combined to endow her, pressed on him the duty of taking part in the task of municipal reform. Mrs. Fisher's latest hobby was municipal reform.
It was decisively said, but Gryce gave no signs of yielding. "I'm afraid that's impossible," said he. Then with the dignity of long experience, he added with quiet impressiveness: "I have, as you know, faced crime these many years in all its aspects.
With an odd sense of nightmare upon him, Mr. Gryce leaned forward on the study table in his effort to obtain a better view of this bird, when, without warning, the white light, which since his last contact with the electrical apparatus had spread itself through the room, changed again to green, and he realized that he had unintentionally pressed a button and thus brought into action another slide in the curious lamp over his head.
I have told you I was in the habit of visiting his room. But first, let me see if it is my handkerchief." And she held out her hand. "I presume so, as I am told it has your initials embroidered in the corner," he remarked, as Mr. Gryce passed it to her. But she with horrified voice interrupted him. "These dirty spots! What are they? They look like " " what they are," said the coroner.
I excused him at the time, but I will not perpetuate his forgetfulness in these pages. "She is still lying as we found her," Mr. Gryce now proceeded in his quiet, almost fatherly way. "Will you not take a look at her? Perhaps you can tell us who she is?" "I?" Mr. Van Burnam seemed quite shocked. "How should I know her! Some thief probably, killed while meddling with other people's property."
Gryce; "you have come to tell us we are wanted below, is it not so?" It was the voice I had heard through the door, but modulated to a sweet, winning, almost caressing tone. Glancing hastily at Mr. Gryce, I looked to see how he was affected by it.
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