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In the morning I found the few white settlers assembled in front of the old Hutchings Hotel comparing notes and meditating flight to the lowlands, seemingly as sorely frightened as the Indians.
As she lay smoking that cigarette William Roper was telling his story to Lord Loudwater. He had waited in the wood till Colonel Grey had gone back through it; then he had walked briskly to the back door of the Castle and asked to see his lordship. Mary Hutchings, the second housemaid, who had answered his knock, took him to the servants' hall, and told Holloway what he asked.
Yet the feigned passion and tawdry rhetoric in some way stirred up his bile; he would see Hutchings and but if he unpacked his heart's bitterness upon her father, he would hurt May. He must restrain himself; Hutchings would understand from his manner, and May would be sympathetic as she always was. Another thought exasperated him afresh.
"It's a long way from visiting a gentleman late at night and quarrelling with him to murdering him," said Mr. Flexen. "And she went it. You mark my words, sir. She went it. I don't say that she came to do it. But she saw that knife lying handy on the library table and she did it," said Hutchings with the same vehemence. "Any one who passed through the library would see that knife," said Mr.
Flexen made up his mind on the instant that he was going to learn from Elizabeth Twitcher exactly what Elizabeth Twitcher thought fit to tell him and no more, for all that he perceived that she was badly scared. He did not beat about the bush; he said: "You had a conversation with James Hutchings last night, about eleven o'clock, in the blue drawing-room. Did you let him in?"
But, then, I wasn't giving him any attention. I was thinking about other things altogether. Of course, I went out quietly enough. But that was habit." "That sounds as if you had not heard him snore as if you thought that he was awake," said Mr. Flexen. "I don't think I thought about him at all, sir, at the moment. I was thinking about other things," said Hutchings. "You say that Mr.
Mr. Hutchings then called Mrs. Eliza Bethune, who, amidst breathless silence, was sworn, and testified that Hemmings was observed by her daughter purloining the ear-rings from her boudoir drawer on the day in question, and that immediately she was informed of the larceny she had sought out Hemmings and ascertained that he had fled to Pittsburgh.
"Shall we stay any longer?" asked Ted, again getting sleepy. "No, I fancy we won't be bothered this way any more!" answered Will. "At all events, Jim Hutchings won't come back!" And he chuckled to himself. Will proved right. The dike was no more molested. By the middle of October it was within two or three yards of completion.
It was but slowly that she awoke to a consciousness of his merits, and her awakening was due perhaps as much to jealousy of May Hutchings as to the conviction that with Professor Roberts for a husband she would realize her social ambitions.
At a million our Court House'll be cheap; and if the Professor had the contract with the plans accordin' to requirement to-morrow, he'd make nothin' out of it not a red cent. No, sir. If I ken, that's my business and yours, ain't it? Or, are we to work for nothin' because he's a fool?" While Mr. Gulmore was speaking, Mr. Hutchings gave himself to thought. After all, why was he running for Mayor?
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