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"She's the farmer's wife?" "Noa, she ain't. She's the farmer herself 'at's what she is. She's took the farm from Colonel Shepherd she did all on her own. To be sure there's Miss Leighton as lives with her. But it do seem to me as Miss Henderson's as you might say the top 'un. And me an' James Halsey works for her." "Miss Henderson? She's not married?" "Not she!" said old Betts emphatically.
Halsey threw up both hands despairingly. "If that isn't like a girl!" he said. "Why didn't you do what I asked you to, Gertrude? You send Bailey off with an empty gun, and throw mine in a tulip bed, of all places on earth! Mine was a thirty-eight caliber. The inquest will show, of course, that the bullet that killed Armstrong was a thirty-eight. Then where shall I be?"
And all the way I observed him mightily to make mirth of the Duke of Albemarle and his people about him, saying, that he was the happiest man in the world for doing of great things by sorry instruments. And so particularized in Sir W. Clerke, and Riggs, and Halsey, and others.
"We are making a lot of trouble out of something perhaps very small. Halsey was probably late he is always late. Any moment we may hear the car coming up the road." But it did not come. After a half-hour of suspense, Louise went out quietly, and did not come back. I hardly knew she was gone until I heard the station hack moving off. At eleven o'clock the telephone rang. It was Mr. Jamieson.
This was the year of what was called in the early Mormon Church "the great apostasy." One evening Halsey came in looking so white and ill that Susannah drew back the baby, which she had held out for his evening kiss. In a few minutes she understood what had occurred. Some four or five leaders in the Church, with their families and friends, had charged Smith with hypocrisy and fraud.
What possible connection could there be between Halsey and Gertrude, and the murder of Arnold Armstrong? And yet, every way I turned I seemed to find something that pointed to such a connection. At the foot of the drive the road described a long, sloping, horseshoe-shaped curve around the lodge.
"She's doing nothing of the sort, and don't pinch my arm. If you want something to do, go and choke Thomas." But at that moment Louise roused from her stupor to cough, and at the end of the paroxysm, as Rosie laid her back, exhausted, she knew us. That was all Halsey wanted; to him consciousness was recovery.
Two steps of the circular staircase had been pried off, without result, and beyond a second message from Gertrude, that Halsey insisted on coming home and they would arrive that night, there was nothing new. Mr. Jamieson, having failed to locate the secret room, had gone to the village.
"Well, onyways the women is all in a flutter about the votin'," said Halsey, lighting his pipe with old hands that shook. "An' there's chaps already coomin' round lookin' out for it." "You bet there is!" was Batts's amused reply. "But they'll take their toime, will the women.
Jamieson was examining the locks of the windows. Halsey dropped into a chair in the living-room, and stared moodily ahead. Once he roused. "What sort of a looking chap is that Walker, Gertrude?" he asked! "Rather tall, very dark, smooth-shaven. Not bad looking," Gertrude said, putting down the book she had been pretending to read. Halsey kicked a taboret viciously.
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