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His presence in this silent state served, too, as a protection in Mrs. Langford's periodical visitations to stir the fire; but for him, she would assuredly have found fault, and probably Beatrice would have come to a collision with her, which would have put an end to the whole scheme.
Her words showed that she was aware of Langford's differences with the nester. Probably her father had told her taking her into his confidence while ignoring his manager. Perhaps he had even told her of his visit to Dakota; perhaps there had been more than one visit and Sheila had accompanied him.
With a secret satisfaction he had watched Langford's face this morning when he had told him that Doubler had long been suspected of rustling; that the men of the Double R had never been able to catch him in the act, but that the number of cattle missing had seemed to indicate the nester's guilt. Doubler's land was especially desirable, he had told Langford, and this was the truth.
Just as they were going down at last, they met Mrs. Langford on her way up with inquiries for poor Mary. She would have almost been better pleased with a slight indisposition than with dawdling; but she kindly accepted Henrietta's apologies, and there was one exclamation of joy from all the assembled party at Mrs. Frederick Langford's unhoped-for entrance. "Geoffrey, my dear," began Mrs.
He drew out a knife, shoving it before Langford's eyes and pointing out some rust spots on the blade. "This knife was given to me by Ned Keegles," he said slowly. "These rust spots on the blade are from his father's blood. Look at them!" he said sharply, for Langford had turned his head. At the command he swung around, his gaze resting on the knife. "That's a pretty story," he sneered.
Duncan cast a furtive glance at Langford out of the corners of his eyes, but could draw no conclusions concerning the latter's motive in asking the question from the expression of his face. "Such men drift in occasionally," he returned, convinced that Langford's curiosity was merely casual as Langford desired him to consider it. "Usually, though, they don't stay long."
I was about to reply, but he gave me no time. "I think, gentlemen," he went on to say, addressing the board, "that we should be wasting time to push this inquiry further. Mr. Langford's evidence would seem to be of an equal value throughout. The testimony of Benjamin Somers disproves his first statement, and the testimony of the last witness disproves his second. I think we may conclude that Mr.
The church singers came up to the Hall, and the drawing-room door was set open for the party to listen to them; grandpapa and Uncle Geoffrey went out to have a talk with them, and so passed the space till tea-time; to say nothing of the many little troops of young small voices outside the windows, to whom Mrs. Langford's plum buns, and Mr.
Dakota's gaze was again on Langford, an odd light in his eyes. "Certainly." "She's told you what?" "How you rescued her from the quicksand." Dakota's gaze was still on his visitor, quiet, intent. "She tell you anything else?" he questioned slowly. "Why, what else is there to tell?" There was sincere curiosity in Langford's voice, for Sheila had always told him everything that happened to her.
"I know that you've sent Duncan to Lazette for the sheriff. The doctor told me he'd met him, Duncan and the doctor says Duncan told him that you'd said that I fixed Doubler. How do you know I did?" "Duncan saw you," said Langford. Dakota's lips curled. "Duncan tell you that?" he questioned. At Langford's nod he laughed harshly. "So it's a plant, eh?" he said, with a mirthless chuckle.
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