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A few automobile rides and a few dances, and he had proposed and been accepted, and he had counted himself the happiest man in all this wide world. And now "Then they suspect the servant girl?" queried Adam Adams, knowing they did nothing of the sort. "No!" came sharply. "They suspect Margaret Miss Langmore." "Ah!" "Yes. It is is preposterous absurd, but they insist.
In the rear was a stable and also an automobile shed, for the late master of this estate had been fond of a dash in his runabout when time permitted. Down by the brook, back of the stable, was a tiny wharf, where a boat was tied up, a craft which Margaret Langmore had occasionally taken down to the river for a row.
"The first year there was the mister and missus an' Miss Jennie an' Miss Margaret. But Miss Jennie married an' moved away she's travelin' now, they tell me." "Then Miss Margaret was the only child home?" "Yis, sur." "Didn't Mrs. Langmore have two sons?" "Yis, but they niver lived there. One av thim used to come an' see her now an' thin, an' that's all." "Was Miss Margaret on good terms with Mrs.
Langmore?" "She was not. Mrs. Langmore was a a vixin, always afther findin' fault, an' Oi wasn't on good terms wid her meself." "Ah! Then you quarreled also?" "Oh, no, sur, Oi knew me place, so Oi did, an' did me wurruk an' said nothin'. If it hadn't been fer Miss Margaret Oi'd a lift me job long ago. But she was such a noice girrul, an' so lonely loike, in the house wid that tongue-lasher "
"My name is Watkins Jack Watkins," and then some words followed which Adam Adams did not catch. "Oh, then I suppose that makes a difference," came from the policeman in a more humble tone. "Do you want to come in the house and see Miss Langmore?" "No, I don't want to see the girl.
Langmore went on wid her quarrel sure, an' she had the divil's own tongue, so she had. Thin she must have caught hould av Miss Margaret, fer Oi heard the girrul cry out to lit go or she'd stroike her down. Thin there was more wurruds, hotter an' hotter, an' Mrs. Langmore said she would make the girrul mind as sure as fate, an' thin Miss Margaret got roused up an' she said fer Mrs.
This time she headed for the Langmore mansion, and it was not long before she came within sight of the well-known dock where her own tiny craft still rested. She looked around. Not a soul seemed to be in sight. With a cunningness far out of the ordinary, the poor girl crept along the shrubbery in the direction of the barn. This structure was locked up.
She is so old, and has promised to reform, so there is no use of our pushing a charge against her. The rest of the crowd will all get what they deserve. I'm glad we got the bogus printing plates." "Have you heard anything of the Langmore estate?" "Yes. Mr. Langmore left his wife her legal share, and the balance to his daughters, Margaret getting a little the larger portion. Mrs.
"That's so an' we want plain facts," put in an old farmer, sitting well up front. "Silence!" cried the coroner. "We must have silence!" "All right, Jack," replied the farmer. "I won't say another word." "Silence. We cannot go on if there is not silence. Ahem! ahem! Miss Langmore!" Margaret arose and bowed slightly. Then the coroner swore her in as a witness and told her to relate her story.
I am young, I know, but I have had a good hospital experience, and such things do not unnerve me. To be sure, Mr. Langmore was a good neighbor, and I thought much of him. But it was not that." "Then what was it?" "It was something about the corpse. As I worked I had to sneeze something seemed to get into my nose and throat, and in a minute more I began to have cramps and grew deathly sick.
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