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"There's one point, Jack, where I can't agree with you you're the only man in this district who doesn't believe Jernyngham's dead. It strikes me that you know more about the thing than you have told anybody yet." "Let it go at that," said Prescott awkwardly, "All I could say would only bring more trouble on his people, and they've had quite enough."
"Allowing for some of the ash slipping down the pile and for our having moved a little that was there before Wandle threw the cash-box in, it fixes the time he did so pretty close to Jernyngham's disappearance," he remarked. "Looks bad against the Austrian, doesn't it?" "You have quite as much against Prescott." "Yes," Curtis admitted regretfully; "that's the trouble.
She saw Gertrude's work in this and her face flushed with anger, but it was not a subject she meant to discuss with the man she loved. "Well," she said, "it's scarcely likely that you will learn the truth. After all, much of Jernyngham's conduct can't be explained." She smiled at Prescott. "If he'd had any reason in him, he would never have doubted you."
Gertrude Jernyngham's eyes were fixed on him, and there was a hardness that hinted at cruelty in them; she looked very dignified and cold. Mrs. Colston he could not see, but her husband seemed disturbed and uneasy. Muriel leaned forward in her chair, with wonder, apprehension, and pity curiously mingled in her expression.
You have given us trouble enough already, and you'll be warmer on your feet." Then he drew out a paper. "This is my warrant. It's my duty to arrest you " Wandle listened coolly to the formula, in which he was charged with fraudulently selling Jernyngham's land and forging his name. Indeed, Prescott fancied that he was relieved to find that nothing more serious had been brought against him.
I could understand his wanting to get rid of one that belonged to somebody else, after he'd cleaned it out. Aren't you beginning to understand?" "Sure," said Stanton eagerly. "The box was Jernyngham's we'll find out when he bought it at the hardware store. Then we'll get after Wandle." "You hustle too much!" Curtis rebuked him, and then sat down with knitted brows.
"Used to guy him about keeping them, as he had no kids." "We can fix the thing by inquiring at the dry goods store," Curtis rejoined. "Can't see whose it was, if it wasn't Jernyngham's," another broke in. "There's no homestead anywhere near the creek and mighty few people come up here!" The policeman took from his pocket a wet envelope, upon which the blurred writing was still legible.
It was only known that the police were in pursuit of him; and local opinion was divided as to whether Prescott was also a fugitive or, knowing more about the matter than anybody else, had offered Curtis his assistance. "I think you ought to go," she said. "And you may hear something." "Well," Colston replied, "I'll confess that I'm curious, though I'm going mainly on Jernyngham's account."
Colston, but, when it was inevitable, she could gracefully bear defeat. Moreover, she had never agreed with Jernyngham's suspicions of Prescott, and in some respects he impressed her favorably. There was no reserve in her greeting when he reached the homestead.
He had gray hair; his face, which was finely chiseled, suggested a formal, decided, and perhaps domineering, character; his gray tweed traveling suit was immaculately neat. There was no doubt that they were English, and Prescott wondered whom they reminded him of, until the truth flashed upon him with a disconcerting shock they were Jernyngham's father and sister! "Mr. Prescott?" inquired the man.
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