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The clenched hand pausing irresolute, then making up its mind to go through with the lie firmly, was enough for me. "Mr. Harwell, this is undoubtedly true according to your judgment," said the coroner; "but Mr. Leavenworth's correspondence will have to be searched for all that." "Of course," he replied carelessly; "that is only right." This remark ended Mr. Harwell's examination for the time.
Harwell's fanciful conviction in regard to this man had in any way influenced me to the detriment of my better judgment? "And you may be right," Mr. Gryce went on. "I do not pretend to be set in my notions. Future investigation may succeed in fixing something upon him; though I hardly think it likely.
You have told me one thing which I strongly desired to know; will you also inform me what it was you heard that night while sitting in your room, between the time of Mr. Harwell's going up-stairs and the closing of the library door, of which you made mention at the inquest?" I had pushed my inquiries too far, and I saw it immediately. "Mr.
And I told him of Mr. Harwell's communication in regard to the matter. "Ah! then Mr. Harwell has been talking, has he? I thought he had forsworn gossip." "Mr. Harwell and I have seen each other almost daily for the last two weeks," I replied. "It would be strange if he had nothing to tell me." "And he says he has read a letter written to Mr. Leavenworth by Mr. Clavering?"
"Glory, glory for the Crimson, Glory, glory for the Crimson, Glory, glory for the Crimson, For this is Harwell's day," sang the throng. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" thundered the big drum. "Tootle-toot!" shrilled the fife. "Now, fellows, three times three, three long Harwells, and three times three!" shouted the master of ceremonies hoarsely. "Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Harwell! Harwell!
Down settled the soaring ball into the arms of Kingdon, who tucked it under his arm and started with it toward the distant goal. But eight yards was all he found ere a Yates forward crashed down upon him. Then came a quick line-up on Harwell's forty yards, and first Prince, then Kingdon, then Blair was put through the line, each for a small gain, and the Harwell benches shouted their triumph.
And the linesmen placed their canes in the turf, the referee and the umpire walked into the field, and the stands grew silent save for the shrill voice of a little freshman on the west stand who had fallen two bars behind in "This is Harwell's Day," and needs must finish out while his breath lasted. "Are you all ready?" asked the referee. There was no reply.
But Yates was on the defensive, even when the oval was in her possession, and Harwell experienced the pleasurable and, in truth, unaccustomed exultation that comes with the assurance of superiority. Harwell's greatest ground-gaining plays now were the two sequences from ordinary formation and full-back forward.
Harwell's services being required, and it being my wish to dismiss that gentleman as soon as possible but to find some one competent to supervise its completion.
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