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And it was not until the car was growling angrily over the yard-limit switches that Van Lew burst into the central compartment like a man demented, to demand excitedly of the three women who were clinging, terror-stricken, to Judge Holcombe: "Who has seen Miss Eleanor? Where is Miss Eleanor?"
Holcombe, "and whose views I refused to entertain because, as publicity man for a theater, he dealt in fiction rather than in fact." "Precisely. You may recall, Mr. Holcombe, that you offered to hang any man we would name, given a proper chain of circumstantial evidence against him?" "Yes." "After you left, Bronson spoke to me.
"Then you'll like your soda from the ice-box?" "Soda? For what?" "For your whisky and soda, before you go to bed, sir." "Oh, certainly, yes. Bring the soda. And just a moment, Mrs. Pitman: Mr. Holcombe is a total abstainer, and has always been so. It is Ladley, not Holcombe, who takes this abominable stuff." I said I quite understood, but that Mr. Ladley could skip a night, if he so wished.
Miriam Holcombe had fallen to Lidgerwood's lot, and at first he thought that her silence was due to the fact that young Jefferis had gotten upon the wrong side of the table. But after she began to talk, he changed his mind. "Tell me about the wrecked train we passed a little while ago, Mr. Lidgerwood," she began, almost abruptly. "Was any one killed?" "No; it was a freight, and the crew escaped.
There was an instant and enthusiastic chorus of approval, winding up rather dolefully, however, with Miss Doty's, "But your mother will never consent to it, Eleanor!" "Mr. Lidgerwood will never consent, you mean," put in Miriam Holcombe quietly. Lidgerwood said what he might without being too crudely inhospitable.
She was leaning over the side trailing her hand in the water, and watching it run between her slim pink fingers. She raised her eyes to find Holcombe looking at her intently with a strange expression of wistfulness and pity, at which she smiled brightly back at him, and began to plan vivaciously with Captain Reese for a ride that same afternoon.
"'The husband was also an actor, out of work, and employing his leisure time in writing a play." "Everybody's doing it," said Mr. Howell idly. "The Shuberts were to star him in this," I put in. "He said that the climax at the end of the second act " Mr. Holcombe shut his note-book with a snap. "After we have finished gossiping," he said, "I'll go on."
Young Holcombe was an earnest member of every reform club and citizens' league, and his distinguished name gave weight as a director to charitable organizations and free kindergartens.
You are trying to frighten me out of the money with your lies and your lawyer's tricks, but you will find that I am not so easily fooled. You are dealing with a man, Holcombe, who suffered to get what he has, and who doesn't mean to let it go without a fight for it. Come near me, I warn you, and I shall call for help."
That is the last entry in the note-book for that day. Mr. Holcombe called me in great excitement shortly after ten and showed me the item. Neither of us doubted for a moment that it was Jennie Brice who had been found. He started for Sewickley that same afternoon, and he probably communicated with the police before he left. For once or twice I saw Mr.
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