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Under the date of June 10, 1876, was an entry of which this is the English: "Holladay, Hiram W., and Elizabeth, his wife, of the city of New York, United States of America; from Céleste Alix, widow of Auguste Alix, her daughter Céleste, aged five months. All claim surrendered in consideration of the payment of 25,000 francs." Mr. Royce caught up the book and glanced at the back.
"Remember, that would explain something which admits of no other reasonable explanation," went on my companion; "the barred windows and the behavior of the prisoner." "It would explain that, certainly," I admitted, though, at first thought, the theory did not appeal to me. "You believe, then that Miss Holladay was forcibly abducted?" "Undoubtedly.
Early the following year Holladay reorganized the management under the name of the Overland Stage Line.
He came home a few months later, but Mrs. Holladay stayed on. She didn't get strong again, some way. She stayed nearly four years, and he went over every few months to spend a week with her; and at last she came home to die, bringing her child with her. That was the first time any of us ever saw Miss Frances." "Mr. Holladay thought a great deal of her?"
Her mistress made no sign; there was no excuse to linger. We turned and followed the maid. "Miss Holladay seems very ill," said Mr. Royce, in a voice somewhat tremulous, as she paused before us in the lower hall. "Yes, sir; ver' ill." Again the voice! I took advantage of the chance to look at her intently.
I am ver' fond of stories of detection. That is why I was so absorbed in that affair of Mees Mees ah, I have forgotten! Your names are so difficult for me." "Miss Holladay," I said. "Ah, yes; and has that mystery ever arrived at a solution?" "No," I said. "Unfortunately, we haven't any Monsieur Lecoqs on our detective force." "Ah, no," he smiled.
"She seems careful and devoted," he went on, at last, "but I don't like her eyes. They're too intense. I caught her two or three times watching me strangely. I can't imagine where Miss Holladay picked her up, or why she should have picked her up at all. She's French, of course she speaks with a decided accent. About the money, I suppose we'd better sell a block of U. P. bonds.
The gentlemen of the mission ate in one room, with the men and boys, and the ladies in another, with their own sex. The confidence and kind feeling manifested by all towards the school was very gratifying. After dinner, the whole company, seated in the court, listened to an address from Mr. Holladay, then about to return home.
Miss Holladay, of course, rigidly refused herself to all inquirers, and here, again, I found myself on the horns of a dilemma. Doubtless, she was very far from wishing the discovery of the guilty woman, and yet I felt that she must be discovered, if only for Miss Holladay's sake, in order to clear away the last vestige of the cloud that shadowed her.
They had another case, it seemed, to open in the morning another case which, perhaps, involved just as great heartache and anguish as ours had. Five minutes later my chief came hurrying back to me, and a glance at his beaming eyes told me how he had been welcomed. "Miss Holladay has started home with her maid," he said.
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