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Over the face of each dangled a bit of homespun, with great empty sockets through which eyes vaguely glanced. Even the coarse fibre of the intruders responded to that quavering, thrilling appeal. One spoke instantly: "Laws-a-massy! Mis' Pearce, don't ye feel interrupted none nor Mis' Gryce nuther. We-uns ain't harmful noways jes want ter know whar that thar black mare hev disappeared to.
Ah, I see," remembering that the carriage in which we were riding at the time had been procured for us by him. "The man on the box was in your pay, and informed, as you call it." Mr. Gryce winked at his muffled toes mysteriously. "That is not the point," he said.
An' ter pick out Tobe Gryce an' marry him, an' kem 'way down hyar ter live along o' him in Lonesome Cove!" She chuckled aloud, not that she relished her mirth, but the harlequinade of fate constrained a laugh for its antics. The words recalled the past to Eugenia; it rose visibly before her. She had had scant leisure to reflect that her life might have been ordered differently.
The agent stared still more, but assented civilly, and led the other into an office littered with leaflets and hung all round with highly colored posters which linked the name of Hughes with all the higher interests of humanity. "Mr. Horne Fisher, I believe," said Mr. Gryce. "Much honored by the call, of course.
Would you know those voices if you heard them again?" "No." There was a surprise in this last negative which Mr. Gryce evidently noticed. "I ask," said he, "because I have been told that Mr. Blake lately kept a body servant who has been seen to look at this girl more than once, when she has passed him on the stairs." Mrs. Daniels' face turned scarlet with rage and she hastily rose from the chair.
"Yes; but the particular words of which he has now forgotten." "These few here may assist him in recalling the rest." "I would rather not admit him to a knowledge of the existence of this piece of evidence. I don't believe in letting any one into our confidence whom we can conscientiously keep out." "I see you don't," dryly responded Mr. Gryce.
"And from the uniformity in width of each of these pieces, as well as their tendency to curl up when left alone, must first have been torn into even strips, and then severally rolled up, before being tossed into the grate where they were afterwards found." "That is all good," said Mr. Gryce; "go on." "The writing, so far as discernible, is that of a cultivated gentleman. It is not that of Mr.
Gryce studiously avoided the Inspector's eye; while the Inspector in his turn looked up, then down anywhere but in the detective's direction. It was a moment of mutual embarrassment, broken, when it was broken, by a remark which manifestly avoided the issue. "Possibly those traces you speak of were not made at the time you specify. They may have been made since, or they may have been made before.
But the Coroner, explaining that it was a mere formality, motioned me to stand aside in favor of the doctor, who seemed anxious to approach nearer the spot where the dead woman lay. This I was about to do when a sudden thought struck me, and I reached out my hand for the hat. "Let me look at it for a moment," said I. Mr. Gryce at once handed it over, and I took a good look at it inside and out.
Gryce never allowed himself or very rarely to look at anyone full and square in the face; yet he always seemed to form an instant opinion of whomever he talked with. Perhaps he had already gauged this man and not unfavorably, for he showed not the slightest distrust as he remarked quite frankly: "You must have had some suspicion of foul play even then, to act in so expeditious a manner."
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