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At all events, that was the only explanation I could find for her general industry and desire to improve herself, or for the complacent smiles I detected now and then stealing over her face when she didn't know I was looking." Not such a smile as crept over the countenance of Mr. Gryce at that moment, I warrant. "It was all this," continued Mrs. Belden, "which made her death such a shock to me.
Not a muscle of his face will show that he is disturbed." "Well," said I, "I dread it." Mr. Gryce looked about on the gorgeous walls and the rich old fashioned furniture that surrounded him, and smiled one of his grimmest smiles. "Well, you may," said he. The next instant a servant stood in the doorway, bearing to our great astonishment, a tray well set with decanter and glasses. "Mr.
Tell her I'm an old and rheumatic invalid who has been used to asking his own questions. I'll not trouble her much. But there is one point she must make clear to me." Sweetwater did not presume to ask what point, but he hoped to be fully enlightened when the time came. And he was. Mr. Gryce had undertaken to educate him for this work, and never missed the opportunity of giving him a lesson.
It was only for a moment, though. Before the man behind him had given utterance to his own bewilderment and surprise, Mr. Gryce had passed in and taken his stand by the prostrate figure.
A pale-looking youth, with vivid locks of red hair hanging straight down over either ear, answered my rather nervous ring. To my inquiry as to whether Mr. Gryce was in, he gave a kind of snort which might have meant no, but which I took to mean yes. "My name is Raymond, and I wish to see him."
What's that you are looking at?" reaching my side just as Mr. Gryce and his two men softly opened the door and with a quick leap threw their arms about him, closing upon him with a force he could not resist, desperate as he was and mighty in the huge strength of an unusually developed muscular organization.
Gryce was taken unawares, and for once in his life became impulsive. "I think it can be managed, madam; that is, after the funeral. There are too many officials now in the house, and " "Of course, of course," she acceded. "I should not think of obtruding myself at present. But the case is so interesting, and my connection with it so peculiar, that I sometimes forget myself.
The girl was facing them again, astonishment struggling with disgust on her plain but mobile features. "Blood! is that what you mean. No wonder I hate it. Take it away," she cried. "Oh, mother, I'll never pick up anything again which doesn't belong to me! Blood!" she repeated in horror, flinging herself into her mother's arms. Mr. Gryce thought he understood the situation.
If the police wished to communicate with him, he could be found at Carter's, where he would be detained till an order for his release should be received. A strange crime! That word "strange" struck Mr. Gryce, and made him forget his years in wondering what it meant. Meanwhile the men about him exchanged remarks upon the house brought thus unexpectedly to their notice.
"Why, the fact that it was found together with the key, which we know she dropped into the grate, and that there are drops of blood on it." I shook my head. "Why do you shake your head?" asked Mr. Gryce. "Because I am not satisfied with your reason for believing this to be the paper taken by her from Mr. Leavenworth's table." "And why?"
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