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Buck to find Tom Harbison had pushed his way in between the sidewalk and the blue car and was insisting upon helping Judith to alight. "Thanks awfully, but I am accustomed to getting out by myself," she said. "And I am accustomed to helping beautiful young ladies out of cars," said Tom. "You don't know what a past master I am in the art."
I said furiously. "Mr. Harbison left that watch with me an hour ago. Get him, and he will tell you so himself!" "Of course he would," Flannigan conceded, looking at me with grudging approval. "He wouldn't be what I think he is, if he didn't lie up and down for you." There were voices in the hall. Flannigan came closer. "An hour ago, you say. And he told me it was gone this morning!
He did not glance in my direction. Betty and Dal were helping him, and he seemed very cheerful. Max sat with me on the stairs. Mr. Harbison had just unscrewed the telephone box from the wall and was squinting into it, when Bella came downstairs. It was her first appearance, but as she was always late, nobody noticed.
Harbison had no desire to explain further, and that the situation was forced on him. But if he insisted when a man systematically ignored and neglected his wife for some one else, there were communities where he would be tarred and feathered. "Meaning me?" Jim demanded, apoplectic. "The remark was a general one," Mr. Harbison retorted, "but if you wish to make a concrete application !"
"I'm darned if I understand you, Kit," he said gravely. "You said you disliked Harbison." "So I do I did," I supplemented. "But whether I like him or not has nothing to do with it. He has been injured perhaps murdered" I choked a little. "Which which of you did it?" Max took my hand and held it, looking down at me. "I wish you could have cared for me like that," he said gently.
Harbison been waiting on the roof? "Did you know that I nearly choked you to death a few minutes ago?" Then he rather expected to finish somebody in that way! Who? Jim, probably.
"I don't suppose half a dozen people in the town were ever inside his door until to-night," said Watt Harbison, speaking for the first time. Gilmore turned to look at the colonel's nephew as if he had only that moment become aware of his presence. What he saw did not impress him greatly, for young Watt, save for an unusually large head, was much like other young men of his class.
It was just after dinner that the surprise was sprung on me. Mr. Harbison came around to me gravely, and asked me if I felt able to go up on the roof. On the roof, after last night! I had to gather myself together; luckily, the others were pushing back their chairs, showing Flannigan the liqueur glasses to take up, and lighting cigars. "I do not care to go," I said icily.
"Sort of makes the game he played seem rotten poor sport," commented Gilmore, replying to the nephew but looking at the uncle. The colonel was silent. "Rotten poor sport!" repeated Gilmore. "Who'll come in for his property?" asked Watt Harbison. "Oh, some one will claim that," said Gilmore.
Although I must say that, looking over the table, at Jimmy's breadth and not very imposing personality, at Max's lean length, sallow skin, and bold dark eyes, at Dallas, blond, growing bald and florid, and then at the Harbison boy, tall, muscular, clear-eyed and sunburned, one would have taken Max at first choice as the villain, with Dal next, Jim third, and the Harbison boy not in the running.
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