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However, he checked the impulse and spoke in a conciliating tone. "There is another alternative. Your fortune is very large. I want fifty thousand dollars." Iredale's face relaxed into a genuine smile. "Your demands are too modest," he said ironically, "Anything else?" The other's eyes looked dangerous. The lurid depths were beginning to glow.
Iredale's words stung Leslie Grey to the quick. His irresponsible temper fairly jumped within him, his eyes danced with rage, and he could scarcely find words to express himself. "You may sneer as much as you like," he at length blurted out, "but you cannot deny that your visits to this house are paid with the object of addressing my affianced wife.
Every penny you have asked for shall be yours when Iredale's crimes are expiated. Nor shall I give to the world the story of my brother's perfidy until such time as you have gone out of our world for ever. Go, go from me now; I will not walk beside you." Hervey's face was a study in villainous expression as he listened to his sister's hysterical denunciation. He knew the reason of her tirade.
I suppose you aren't looking for a partner?" Iredale's face wore an almost genial expression as he replied. The rancher's tones were so cordial that Hervey congratulated himself upon the manner in which he had approached the subject. "Well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't," he said. "As a matter of fact, you must have seen me despatching my last cargo of yellow. Why?
Nothing moved, nor was there even the rustle of a leaf upon the boughs above. The stars twinkled brightly, and the calm of the night was undisturbed. Alice's grip fell from her companion's arm. Her horse reared and plunged, then, taking the bit between its teeth, it set off down the hill in the direction of Iredale's house.
They had started with the intention of riding over and leaving their horses with Iredale's man, Chintz, and then proceeding on foot. At the last moment Prudence had changed her mind and decided on a visit to the great Lake of the Woods, which was two miles further on to the south-west of the ranch.
Had there been something underlying his expressed displeasure at George's coming which related to what he knew of his, George Iredale's, doings at the ranch? Every word he had said came back to her. She remembered that he had finished up his protest with a broken sentence. " And besides " There was a significance in those words now which she could not help dwelling upon.
"He don't waste words," observed Hervey, indicating the man, who had silently disappeared into the stable, taking the horse with him. "No; he's dumb," replied Iredale. "He's my head boy." "Boy?" "Yes. Sixty-two." The two men passed into Iredale's sitting-room. It was plainly but comfortably furnished in a typical bachelor manner.
"It was an unconscious expression which, in the first flush of discovery I made use of which ultimately gave me a clue to the rest. As realization of Iredale's doings came to me I thought of the notorious 'Traffic in Yellow. That night I pondered long over the whole thing. I had learned to like Iredale better than any man I have ever known.
Iredale's eyes were fixed with a terrible fascination upon the print. A breath escaped him which sounded almost like a gasp. His hands clenched at his sides, and he stood like one turned into stone. "How how do you know this?" he asked, in a tense, hoarse voice. "Leslie said so with his last dying breath." There came no answering word to the girl's statement. Iredale did not move.
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