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"You never threatened Martinez with violence? Careful!" "No, sir," declared Kittredge stubbornly. Hauteville turned to his desk, and opening a leather portfolio, drew forth a paper and held it before Kittredge's eyes. "Do you recognize this writing?" "It's it's my writing," murmured Lloyd, and his heart sank. How had the judge got this letter? And had he the others? "You remember this letter?
Kittredge thought a moment, and then said quietly: "The fact of the murder you have, of course; the evidence against me you seem to have, although it is false evidence; but " "How do you mean false evidence? Do you deny threatening Martinez with violence?" "I threatened to punch his head; that is very different from killing him." "And the pistol? And the footprints?"
"I will tell you, then, that this is the pair you had on when you were arrested." "Then it's the pair I wore to the Ansonia." "You didn't change your boots after leaving the Ansonia?" "No." "Kittredge," said the judge severely, "the man who shot Martinez escaped by the alleyway and left his footprints on the soft earth. We have made plaster casts of them.
"That American, Kittredge, who was arrested last night?" he said to the clerk. "Was he put in a cell?" "No, sir, he's in with the other prisoners." "Ah! Have him brought over here in about an hour for the preliminary examination. Make out his commitment papers for the Santé. He is to be au secret." "Yes, sir." The clerk bowed and withdrew.
Kittredge had shaken his head, and told them to bear with her, and let her have her way as much as they could, but watch her, as far as possible, without making her suspicious of them. The Doctor fastened his horse outside the gate, and walked up the garden-alley. He stopped suddenly with a start. A strange sound had jarred upon his ear.
"Who says a Kittredge air a thief says a lie!" cried out the young man, recovering from his tense surprise. "I don't keer how old he be," he stipulated for he had not thought to see her father so aged "he lies." The old man fixed him with a steady gaze and a sudden alternation of calmness. "Ye air a Kittredge; ye stole my daughter from me." "I never. She kem of her own accord."
I felt I ought to introduce them, but shrunk from helping on the denouement in that way. In my embarrassment I said nothing. We were now approaching the vicinity of the bathing-houses, and seeing the visitors collecting for the bath, an excuse was furnished for quickening our paces. Mrs. Sancy bowed and left us. Mr. Kittredge seemed to have lost the power of speech.
Perhaps it was the only Kittredge eye that they were not willing to meet. They solemnly gazed beyond him and into the fire, ignoring his very existence. He sustained the slight with an admirable cheerfulness, and babbled and sputtered and flounced about with his hands. He grew pinker in the generous firelight, and he looked very fat as he sat in a heap on the floor.
It was inevitable that Sukey Kittredge, the village seamstress, should be taken into confidence. It was no small thing to take Sukey into confidence, for she was the legitimate successor in more ways than one of Speedy Bates, and much of Cynthia and the artist's ingenuity was spent upon devising a form of oath which would hold Sukey silent.
Kittredge, who had conceived of a "pigeon-toad, with a lovely long dove-tail, and a pot-pied waistcoat ringed and streaked, and a sweet dove-cot-ton veil." Frieda and Hannah came solemnly into the room, bearing a crate, from the top of which appeared the head of a rooster, with a big bow of ribbon around its neck. They set it down before the minister amid the shouts of the assembled company.
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