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I don't know who you are or what you want with me, but you're overstepping your dooty." "He's right," muttered Hexford. "Better let the fellow go. See! one of the maids is beckoning to him." "He shall go, and welcome, if he will tell me where he gets his taste for this especial brand of whiskey."
I hear him moaning sometimes to himself as if he missed it awfully, but not a thimbleful has left the decanter." "Goodnight, Hexford." "Good night." "You heard?" This to the district attorney. "Every word." Both went for their overcoats. Only on leaving did they speak again, and then it was to say: "At ten o'clock to-morrow morning." "At ten o'clock." Can this avail thee? Look to it!
Another step and he might rouse this man's suspicion, if not his enmity. But he did not leave the shadows into which he again receded until he had satisfied himself that the key went into the stable with the coachman, where it probably remained for this night, at least. It was after ten when Sweetwater re-entered the house to say good night to Hexford.
Did Sweetwater notice this act of self-restraint? If he did, he failed to show it. A subtle knave; a finder out of occasions; That has an eye can stamp and counterfeit Advantages though true advantage never presents Itself; A devilish knave! Othello. A half hour spent with Hexford in and about the club-house, and Sweetwater was ready for the road.
See here!" Sweetwater had his arm round the filly's neck and was looking straight into her fiery and intelligent eye. "Shall I pass her story on?" he asked, with a magnetic smile at the astonished coachman, which not only softened him but seemed to give the watchful Hexford quite a new idea of this gawky interloper.
The window which stood open was a small one,-a mere slit in the wall; but it let in a stream of zero air and I saw Hexford shiver as he stepped towards it and looked out. But I felt hot rather than cold, and when I instinctively put my hand to my forehead, it came away wet.
"We thought you might need these things. Hexford signed for them." "I'm obliged to you. Are you one of them?" she sharply asked. "Would it disturb you if I were? I hope not. I've no wish to seem intrusive." "What do you want? Something, I know. Give it a name before there's a change there."
And this one, this, the most important the only important one of them all, had flown, half-scorched, up the chimney and clung there within easy reach. The whole incident was plain to me, and I could even fix upon the moment when Hexford or Clarke discovered this invaluable bit of evidence.
"We won't keep you." It was Sweetwater who spoke. "The mare's company enough for us. She knows a lot, this mare. I can see it in her eye. I understand horses; we'll have a little chat, she and I, when you are gone." Brown cast an uneasy glance at Hexford. "He'd better not touch her," he cautioned. "He don't know the beast well enough for that." "He won't touch her," Hexford assured him.
As Hexford drew near me again on our way to the head of the staircase, I summoned up courage to ask: "Have you heard anything from the Hill? Has the news of this tragedy been communicated to Miss Cumberland's family, and if so, how are they bearing this affliction?"
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