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"Why, Jason, is anything the matter?" Minty stopped, breathless, and the joy faded out of her face. Jason continued to whittle in gloomy silence. His hands were almost purple with cold, and the wind flapped his large pantaloons they were Uncle Kittredge's old ones, and Aunt Kittredge never thought it worth the while to consider the fit if they were turned up so that he could walk in them.
"He has a very long little finger," remarked the commissary, and, in an instant, Coquenil remembered Alice's words that day as she looked at his plaster casts. A very long little finger! Here it was! One that must equal the length of that famous seventeenth-century criminal's little finger in his collection. But this man was living! He had brought back Kittredge's boots! He was left-handed!
On these conditions I am willin' to give my consent to your temporary absence from the post of dooty. I will step down to Doctor Kittredge's, myself, and make inquiries as to the nature of the complaint." Mr. Peckham took up a rusty and very narrow-brimmed hat, which he cocked upon one side of his head, with an air peculiar to the rural gentry.
"The photographer saw you stealing toward Kittredge's room carrying a pair of boots." "I don't admit it, but what if I were?" "A pair of Kittredge's boots are missing. They were worn by the murderer to throw suspicion on an innocent man.
They were stolen when the pistol was stolen, and the murderer tried to return them so that they might be discovered in Kittredge's room and found to match the alleyway footprints and damn Kittredge." "I don't know who Kittredge is, and I don't know what alleyway you refer to," put in Groener.
This would be further indication, along with the differences already noted in the nails, that the alleyway footprints were not made by Kittredge. Not made by Kittredge, reflected the detective, but by a man wearing Kittredge's boots, a man wearing the missing third pair, the stolen pair! Ah, there was a nut to crack!
The Colonel shut the door, cast his eye on the toe of his right boot, as if it had had a strong temptation, looked at his watch, then round the room, and, going to a cupboard, swallowed a glass of deep-red brandy and water to compose his feelings. "ABEL! Slip Cassia into the new sulky, and fetch her round." Abel was Dr. Kittredge's hired man.
Professor Kittredge's Introduction to the Cambridge edition of Child's Ballads is the best summary of a very difficult subject. For an extended discussion of the literary character of the ballad, see Gummere's The Popular Ballad. Many things he has seen himself, he tells us, and these are certainly true; but others he has heard in his travels, and of these the reader must judge for himself.
The more he thought about it, the more it puzzled him; and as he did not like to pray in the dark, without knowing for whom he was praying, he could think of nothing better than to step into old Doctor Kittredge's and see what he had to say about it. The old Doctor was sitting alone in his study when the Reverend Mr. Fairweather was ushered in.
Boys war wild an' mischeevious, an' folks outside don't keer nuthin' 'bout ye ef they war ter 'lect ye ter office 'twould be ter keep some other feller from hevin' it, 'kase they 'spise him more'n ye. An' hyar she's runned off an' married old Tom Kittredge's gran'son, Josiah Kittredge's son when our folks 'ain't spoke ter none o' 'em fur fifty year Josiah Kittredge's son ha! ha! ha!"
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