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She began to toy with his sleeve with the slender fingers of one hand, as though in that manner to compel his greater attention. "You know Stella Lamar really was in love with Jack Gordon. In fact she was daffy over him. And now I've found out that he was borrowing money from her, was taking nearly every cent she earned to sink in his speculations. Do you get that?" Enid's eyes snapped.
The handsomest formula, in an impartial choice, was the grandly courteous Southern phrase of Lamar: "Of course Mr. Adams knows that anything in my power is at his service." A la disposicion de Usted! The form must have been correct since it released both parties. He was right; Mr. Adams did know all about it; a bow and a conventional smile closed the subject forever, and every one felt flattered.
Markland, with a slightly touched manner, as if there were something more implied by Mr. Brainard than was clearly apparent. "No harm can grow out of a few inquiries," was answered. "They may lead to the truth we so much desire to elucidate, and identify the person seen by Mr. Lamar as a very different individual from Mr. Lyon."
It was the same blind alley in which my thoughts had strayed upon the train on our way out. "It's too early to begin to try to fasten the guilt upon anyone," Kennedy added, as we returned to the library through the living room. Then he turned to Mackay. "Have you succeeded in gleaning any facts about the life of Miss Lamar?" he asked.
During the war his services in field and council were given to the South, and something less than a decade after the return of peace, Mr. Lamar, still in his prime, again took his seat in the hall where his first laurels had been won. His great speech one that touched all hearts was not long delayed; the occasion was the day set apart in the House for tributes to the memory of the lamented Sumner.
"There should be great deeds, my dear Jules;" and Monsieur Durand adjusted the wick of a smoking brass lamp that hung suspended from the ceiling of a room of the inn, store and post-office at Lamar. "Meanwhile, this being but Wednesday, we have our work to do." "Which is not so simple after all, as one studies the situation. Mr. Armitage is here, quite within reach.
As I entered the head clerk or whatever they call him advanced to greet me with a smile. "Yes," said he in response to my question; "Mr. Lamar got his tickets from me. Let's see Thursday, wasn't it? No, Friday. That's right Friday." "Tickets!" I muttered to myself. And in my preoccupation I really neglected to listen to him. Then aloud: "Where were the tickets for?" "Denver."
They didn't get off their message at Lamar, because the office is closed and the operator gone, and they will keep out of the valley and away from the big inn, because they are rather worried by this time and not anxious to get too near Marhof. They've probably decided to go to the next station below Lamar to do their telegraphing. Meanwhile they haven't got me!"
"I was out in the hall, I was, and I didn't come in at all until the doc. came." "I suppose you were anxious to see if the cable was becoming hot," Kennedy suggested, gravely. "That's it, sir! We was lookin' at it because it was on the varnish and the butler he says " "Where's the locket?" interrupted Kennedy. "The one Miss Lamar wore in the scenes." "Oh!" in disdain, "that thing!"
"While I've been working here with the test tubes and the microscope I've been trying to reconstruct what must have happened, trying to trace out every action of Stella Lamar as nearly as it is possible for us to do so. I don't think we need to go back of their arrival at the house, for the present.
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