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It was strange that after taking his view of her brother's fate against the one her father held, she should suddenly turn upon him in bitter anger. He was hurt at this, particularly as he did not think the revelation that he had personated Cyril accounted for everything. However, as it was unavoidable, he thought he could bear Miss Jernyngham's suspicion.
He had seen Jernyngham secrete his money and had afterward ridden on with him, unaccompanied by anybody else. He could not prove when he returned to his farm, and it might be said that he stood to benefit by securing the management of Jernyngham's property. When he reached the end of the furrows his face was grim, but he steadily continued his plowing.
Am I to understand that you have no intention of seizing Prescott?" "That is what I meant. So far as I can determine at present, we shall not interfere with him." Jernyngham's haggard face grew red with anger. "What are your grounds for this extraordinary decision?" he demanded. "A strong presumption of his innocence." "Preposterous!" Jernyngham broke out.
Jernyngham's face was deeply colored and the swollen veins showed on his forehead. "Understand that I insist on Prescott's arrest! I will, spare no effort to secure it through your superiors!" Seeing that he was in no mood to listen to reason, the officer let him go, and Jernyngham walked slowly to the lobby downstairs.
Their censoriousness and suspicion had, no doubt, driven him into wilder rashness. Besides all this, the corporal's manner rankled in his mind. He knew Curtis well and had a good opinion of his ability. It seemed preposterous that such a man could imagine that he had had any hand in Jernyngham's death. Yet the corporal's tone had been significant and the facts had an ugly look.
Even if the thing costs some trouble, can't you instruct your people in Alberta to find out whether a man called Kermode worked in any of the construction camps, and if they're satisfied that he answers Jernyngham's description, to have him followed up in British Columbia?" "There's a point you haven't got hold of," Curtis replied.
I guess it's weak, but somehow I hate the thought of going back to the clods." Remembering Jernyngham's remarks, it struck him that this was not the line he should have taken, and for a moment or two Muriel turned her head. Then she looked at him, smiling. "I shall be very sorry to leave, and I believe Florence and Harry feel the same."
Her sister had some mental gifts, but Harry Colston, disregarding her in a good-humored but dogged fashion, did what he thought best; while the idea of Jernyngham's deferring to Gertrude was frankly ridiculous. Neither man had much ability; indeed, it was, as a rule, the dullest men who were most convinced of their superior sense.
Colston started and it was obvious that the others were keenly interested, but Jernyngham's face grew darker and marked by signs of pain, for he had learned a little about Ellice. He was struggling with an overwhelming humiliation. "We'll let that pass," he said. "It's a matter that cannot be discussed. Was Mr. Colston's visit the only time you personated my son?" "Certainly!
"I see your point the hand ought to be the same as that on the sale registration form, and I might have been expected to recognize it, but I can't remember all the writing I see. However, we'll compare it with the other signature to-morrow." "When you do so, you'll find a difference." "Ah!" said Laxton. "Then whose hand is this?" "Cyril Jernyngham's.
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