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As his interest was less with him than with the stalls beyond, he let his eye travel on in their direction, when he suddenly experienced a momentary confusion by observing the head and shoulders of Hexford leaning towards him from an opposite window in much the same fashion, and certainly with exactly the same intent, as himself.
She fainted when you know when." "I can guess. God! What complications arise! You don't say that any woman can care for him?" Hexford gave a shrug. He had seen a good deal of life. "He uses that door, then?" Sweetwater pursued, after a minute. "Probably." "Did he use it that night?" "He didn't visit her" "Where did he go?" "We can't find out.
I know no more than you do." It is a damned and a bloody work; The graceless action of a heavy hand, If that it be the work of any hand. King John. The two men eyed me quietly, then Hexford pointed to my shoeless feet and sternly retorted: "Permit us to doubt your last assertion. You seem to be in better position than ourselves to explain the circumstances which puzzle you." They were right.
"I thought a heap of my young mistress," he added, in evident apology for this display of what such men call weakness. "I didn't know that it was in me to cry for anything, but I find that I can cry for her." Hexford left his window, and Sweetwater slid from his; next minute they met at the stable door. "Had luck?" whispered the local officer. "Enough to bring me here," acknowledged the other.
He only knows that the mare was out." "But I'm going to talk to him." "May I come in, too? I'll not interrupt. I've just fifteen minutes to spare." "You can do as you please. I've nothing to hide from you, at any rate." Which wasn't quite true; but Sweetwater wasn't a stickler for truth, except in the statements he gave his superiors. Hexford threw open the stable-door, and they both walked in.
I have no wish to attract attention to myself, or to be identified with the police until the necessity is forced upon me." "Then we won't go in together," decided Hexford. "Find your own place; you won't have any difficulty. A crowd isn't expected. Miss Cumberland's condition forbids it." Sweetwater nodded and slid in at the side door.
I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but the evidence against you is very strong, and the police must do their duty." "But I am innocent, absolutely innocent," I protested, the perspiration starting from every pore as the full meaning of the charge burst upon me. "What I have told you was correct. I, myself, found her dead " Hexford gave me a look. "Don't talk," he kindly suggested.
"But one thing I will solve, and that is where this miserable fellow spent the hours between this dinner they speak of and the time of his return next day. Hexford has failed at it. Now we'll see what a blooming stranger can do." Tush! I will stir about, And all things will be well, I warrant thee. Romeo and Juliet.
"When I come back, that whiskey will be half gone," thought he, and lingered to see the tumbler filled and the first draught taken. But no. The hand slowly unclasped and fell away from the decanter; his head sank forward until his chin rested on his breast; and a sigh, startling to Sweetwater, fell from his lips. Hexford was right; only one thing could arouse him. Sweetwater now tried that thing.
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