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Something like a suppressed cry was in the air about me. All the room appeared to breathe horror and dismay. Yet when, in the excitement of this fancy, I half turned round to look, I found nothing but the blank eyes of those dull ventilators staring upon me. "You are taken aback!" Mr. Gryce went on. "I don't wonder.
The first gentleman I approached stared at me, real gentleman, I mean, none of your American dandies, and I had no stare to return; I had forgotten that emergency in my confabs with Pierre Catnille Marie Make-face." Amused, but a little discomposed by this sudden turn in the conversation, I looked at Mr. Gryce inquiringly. "Now you, I dare say, have no trouble? Was born one, perhaps.
Gryce would be glad to know where you procured that key, if only to assist him in turning his inquiries in the right direction." She did not reply, and my spirits sank in renewed depression. "It is worth your while to satisfy him," I pursued; "and though it may compromise some one you desire to shield " She rose impetuously. "I shall never divulge to any one how I came in possession of that key."
She was in search of some one thing she wanted, and she took the quickest way of finding it. And " "Yes, Gryce?" "She was in a desperate hurry, or she wouldn't have left the trunk open or all those dainty things lying about. Frenchwomen are methodical and very careful of their belongings. One other thing I noted. There was a loose nail in the lock of the trunk.
You see I would tell Mr. Gryce," he resumed, unconscious of my anxiety, "but I have my fears of detectives, sir; they catch you up so quick at times, and seem to think you know so much more than you really do." "But this fact," I again broke in. "O yes, sir; the fact is, that that night, the one of the murder you know, I saw Mr.
Gryce, and I declare I was proud of my superior at that moment, "no man who is a true citizen and a Christian should object to have his steps followed, when by his own thoughtlessness, perhaps, he has incurred a suspicion which demands it." "And do you mean to say that I have been followed," inquired he, clenching his hand and looking steadily, but with a blanching cheek, first at Mr.
The three met in a private sitting-room on an upper floor, the detectives entering first and the lady coming in soon after. As her quiet figure appeared in the doorway, Sweetwater stole a glance at Mr. Gryce. He was not looking her way, of course; he never looked directly at anybody; but he formed his impressions for all that, and Sweetwater was anxious to make sure of these impressions.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that. The others have gone without question to their places; why should not you?" "Because " The word came brokenly and was followed by silence. Then, seeing the hopelessness of contending with police authority, he cast another glance of strong repulsion in the direction of the gallery and started to his feet. Mr. Gryce did the same, and together they crossed the court.
I was back in my old place by the register before the folding-doors unclosed again. I was conscious of a slight flush on my cheek, so I took from my pocket that perplexing grocer-bill and was laboriously going down its long line of figures, when Mr. Gryce reappeared. He had to my surprise a woman's hat in his hand. "Well!" thought I, "what does this mean!"
Well, I'd have given five hundred dollars not to have had it happen in this house." He had been moving towards the parlor door, and he now entered it. Instantly Mr. Gryce was by his side. "Are they going to close the door?" I whispered to the reporter, who was taking this all in equally with myself. "I'm afraid so," he muttered. And they did. Mr.
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