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She was still peering forward, one slender hand on the window-sill, when Mary, a pretty young woman, with two nervous lines between her eyes, came hurrying in. "Mother," she began, in that unnatural voice which is supposed to allay excitement in another, "I dunno what I'm goin' to do. Stella's sick." "You don't say!" said Old Lady Lamson, turning away from the window. "What do they think 'tis?"
On November 29 our mess had felled a big pine-tree and had rolled into camp a short section of the trunk, which a Tennessee officer was to split into shingles to complete our hut, a pretty good cabin with an earthen fireplace. While we were resting from our exertion, Sill appeared with his friend Lieutenant A.T. Lamson of the 104th New York Infantry, and reminded me of my promise.
'Come here, Lamson, said Djama, a trifle nervously; 'bring the soup with you, and some brandy, though I don't think he needs it. Do you understand what he said? 'Yes, replied the professor, coming to the bedside with a cup of soup in one hand and a glass of brandy and water in the ether. Both hands trembled as he set the cup and the glass down on a little table.
Then was the laugh all on Colonel Jack Lamson, who had his bet to pay, and was put to hard shifts to avoid making his grewsome purchase, the article being offered exceedingly cheap on account of its unsalable properties. "It's been here a matter of twenty-five year, ever sence the old doctor died.
"That I don't know, really. I was not interested; but I seem to remember hearing my son use your name. Lamson, is that you?" she added in the same tone. The chauffeur was standing at the door. "Yes, Mrs. Barry, you rang." "Show this man the way to the station, Lamson." Rufus Carder gave her one parting, vindictive look, and strode to the door.
Through it Jerome could scarcely see Colonel Jack Lamson, in a shabby old coat, seated before the blazing hearth-fire, with a tumbler of rum-and-water on a little table at his right hand. "Sit down," said Means to Jerome, and pulled another chair forward. "Quite a sharp night out," he added. "Yes, sir," replied Jerome, seating himself.
Brewster," he said, when he had replaced the telephone. "Now, Kent, I have secured the information you wished; kindly tell me your reasons for desiring it." It was Kent's turn to hesitate. "Do you know many instances where aconitine was used by murderers?" he questioned. "N-no. I believe it was the drug used in the celebrated Lamson poison case," replied the physician slowly.
You've rooked 'em, chiselled 'em out of a lot of cash, too. There was old Lamson fifteen hundred for the goitre on his neck; and Mrs. Gilligan for the cancer two thousand, wasn't it? 'Tincture of Lebanon Leaves' you called the medicine, didn't you? You must have made fifty thousand or so in the last ten years."
"Well, I didn't think you were," he returned "didn't think you were, Jerome. That's all. Good-day." With that, to Jerome's utter astonishment, Colonel Lamson trudged laboriously up the hill to the Means house again. "He must have come down just to ask me those questions," thought Jerome, and thought with more bewilderment still that the Colonel must even have been watching for him.
We had brought with us uncooked rations, and while two of the soldiers went into the house for cooking utensils, the rest of the party, including the Indians, were leaning in a line upon the door-yard fence; Sill and Lamson were at the end of the line, where the fence cornered with a hedge.
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