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Updated: June 10, 2025
Then I understood that the graveyard was honeycombed with cellars, and that this place formed the central depôt of Iredale's traffic and his distributing station. I can understand how these 'yellow-devils' are distributed by means of loaded hayracks and such things. The point I have not fathomed is the means by which the 'goods' are brought into the country.
He realized only too well that, whatever protest his sister might offer, he had convinced her of Iredale's guilt; it was only a question of time before she admitted it openly. But some feeling of doubt prompted him to secure his wage without delay. Thus his greed rushed him on to a false trail. Halfway to the house he broke the silence. "Well, Prue, you cannot refute my evidence.
"Don't let us beat about the bush," he said. "I think plain speaking is best in some cases. Now, what have you to say?" Hervey shrugged his shoulders. His dark eyes avoided the other's gaze; the steely flash in Iredale's grey eyes was hard to confront. "A good deal," he said, with raucous intonation. "The smuggling of Chinese and consequently opium is a profitable trade.
Sarah heard the name "Hervey" pass her lips once or twice, and she knew that her old friend had been sorely stricken. As the time for Iredale's arrival drew near, Prudence became restless. Her day had been spent in idleness as far as her farm work was concerned. She had chosen the companionship of Alice, and had unburdened her heart to her.
"You might tell your mother," the rancher went on, "that I'll come to-morrow to read over that fencing contract she spoke about for her." Hervey leered round upon him. "Will it do if I tell Prue instead?" "Certainly not." Iredale's face was quite expressionless at that moment. "You will please do as I ask."
He had been there several times lately, sometimes at George Iredale's invitation, but generally at his own. He had his own particular reasons for cultivating the owner of Lonely Ranch, and those reasons he kept carefully to himself. This unworthy son had only been at Loon Dyke Farm for little more than four months, and during that brief period he had plainly shown what manner of man he was.
But it was not until she saw him riding away down the trail that she realized the suddenness of his departure and the fact that he hadn't even attempted to kiss her. Iredale's horse received little consideration at its master's hands on that homeward journey. The animal was ridden almost at racing pace over the long ten miles of country.
Two hours passed and still not a sound broke the awful stillness. Then came the first sign. Suddenly a bright light shone out down in the valley in the direction where Iredale's house stood. It gleamed luridly, almost red, in its depth of yellow. Hervey held his breath, so deep was his excitement and the feeling of anticipation.
"If I wanted to make more money I could continue in the business alone. I am not here to make money for you." Iredale stared straight into the face before him. His grey eyes seemed to pierce through and through his companion. Hervey moved from his position. Iredale's attitude was coldly uncompromising. "Then you refuse my offer?" "Most emphatically." Hervey was inclined to show his teeth.
They the world shall know you; shall loathe you as I loathe you. You shall be an outcast wherever you go, stamped with the brand of Judas the most despised of all men. Better for you if you stood in George Iredale's place on the scaffold than face the world so branded. Oh, you wretched man, you have destroyed my life my all! Go, and bring the police.
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