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But when he called again at the house that evening, he received a similar message, supplemented with the news imparted by the butler, a servant of many years' standing in the family, that Miss Holladay had suddenly decided to leave the city and open her country place on Long Island.
We must try to find out where the women have gone, and I believe Rogers can help us. My theory is that they're from one of the towns which the Holladays visited when they were abroad, and Mr. Holladay must have kept in touch with his office, more or less, during that time." My chief sprang up and seized his hat. "The very thing!" he cried. "There's no luck about that bit of reasoning, Mr. Lester.
I saw Miss Holladay wince at the other's voice, and Royce saw it, too. "I must get her to the inn," he said. "This is more than she can bear I fear she will break down utterly. Do you stay and get the story, Lester. Then we'll decide what it is best to do." He led her away, out of the house and down the path, not once looking back.
I knew Hiram W. Holladay, the murdered man, quite well; not only as every New Yorker knew that multi-millionaire as one of the most successful operators in Wall Street, but personally as well, since he had been a client of Graham & Royce for twenty years and more.
"Oh, but I haven't any theory," I protested. "Besides, I don't think the great public is especially interested in me. You see, gentlemen, I'm quite out of the case. When we cleared Miss Holladay, our connection with it ended." "But is Miss Holladay cleared?" he persisted.
I have a weakness of the heart, which has already given me much trouble. Besides, I have your companionship, which is most welcome, and for which I thank you. I trust Mees Mees what you call Holladay is again well." "We haven't heard from her," I said. "She is still at her place in the country." "Oh, she is doubtless well in her I take such an interest you will pardon me if I weary you."
"So he wrote to friends in Amérique, and made questions about Monsieur Holladay. He learned oh, he learned that he was ver' rich what you call a man of millions and that his daughter my daughter, monsieur was living still. From that moment, he was like a man possessed. At once he formed his plan, building I know not what hopes upon it.
"But, admit that then there is another theory. Holladay has not been supporting his illegitimate child, who learns of her parentage, and goes to him to demand her rights. That fits the case, doesn't it?" "Yes," I admitted. "It, also, is plausible." "It is more than plausible," he said quietly.
Ten days before, a carriage had driven up to the door, Miss Holladay and her maid had entered it and been driven away. The carriage had been called, he thought, from some neighboring stable, as the family coachman had been sent away with the other servants. They had driven down the avenue toward Thirty-fourth Street, where, he supposed, they were going to the Long Island station.
Who were these people, I asked myself again, who dared to play so bold and desperate a game? The illegitimate daughter might, of course, impersonate Miss Holladay; but who was the elder woman? Her mother? Then the liaison must have taken place in France her accent was not to be mistaken; but in France Mr. Holladay had been always with his wife. Besides, the younger woman spoke English perfectly.
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