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Harbison's footsteps far below, growing fainter. I even smiled a little, there in the dark, although I had been rather profoundly shaken. The next instant I knew I had been wrong; some one was on the landing with me. I could hear short, sharp breathing, and then I am not sure that I struggled; in fact, I don't believe I did I was too limp with amazement.
"I have solved it," he said. "Or, rather, Flannigan and I have solved it. The mixture awaits the magic touch of the cook." I honestly thought I could do the rest. It was only to be put in a pan and browned, and then in the oven three minutes. The latter, however, was Mr. Harbison's fault as much as mine, and I had wit enough to lay it to absent-mindedness on the part of both of us.
A strange indifference had taken the place of fear, nothing seemed of much moment any more. Presently in his stupor he heard the sound of quick steps, then Colonel Harbison's voice, and a moment later he was aware that the three men had lifted him from the cart and were carrying him along the path toward the house. They entered the hall.
"I guess they do; I ain't afraid about that. Colonel Harbison's too much of a gentleman to claim any credit that ain't his; he'd be the first one to own up that he don't deserve no credit." "What took you into McBride's store? You hadn't no errand there." Mrs. Shrimplin was a careful and acquisitive wife. "I allow I made an errand there," said Mr. Shrimplin bridling.
"That's very kind, but really the things are not heavy," and Judith began busily picking out the articles from the back of her car and putting them in a basket. But Jeff had come to help, and help he would. He assumed a cousinly air that put Tom Harbison's courtliness entirely in the shade. If any protecting was to be done he, Jeff Bucknor, was going to do it.
Once more the big French car, now with its lamps lighted, sped along the road; about a mile further on they came to the store referred to by the man as Harbison's. Here they received instructions as to how to proceed, by the store-keeper; and after running about four miles along an indifferent wagon road, they caught the twinkle of many lights off in the middle of a wide clearing.
Mercer's place?" asked Ashton-Kirk. The lanky man reflected. "There's three or four ways of getting there," he stated. "You can go up the pike and turn at Harbison's store; or you can turn down the lane along there a piece and go along until you come to " "Which is the nearest?"
"Not much, General, only just what I've told you that they've arrested North, and that young Watt Harbison's been trying to get him out on bail, but they've refused to accept bond in his case. Don't that look like they thought the evidence was pretty strong against him " "Well, they, might have arrested you or me," said the general. "That signifies nothing."
Everything I had ever known faded from me, eight pairs of eyes bored into me, Mr. Harbison's politely amused. "I don't remember," I said at last. "Really, I don't believe " Aunt Selina smiled in a superior way. "Now, don't you recall it?" she insisted.
He hated the look on Tom Harbison's face as he edged closer and closer to the girl, insisting upon putting down his name for one of every article offered for sale. Judith, however, was so bent on being a salesman that she was absolutely unaware of the admiration she had evidently created in the eyes of young Harbison.
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