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"I think you'll find me a difficult witness to drag anything out of," put in Larcher, "if you can manage to get me on the stand at all. I can take a holiday at a minute's notice; I can even work for awhile in some other city, if necessary." "There are others, the ladies in there, who heard the story," said Bagley, lightly.
"Besides being a lawyer, he knows surgery, and he's an authority on the habits of criminals." "Is he a friend of yours?" asked Bagley, at the same time that his eyes lighted up at the chance of an auditor free from the incredulity of ignorance. "I never met him," said Turl. "Nor I," said Larcher; "and I don't think Murray Davenport ever did." "Then if Mr. Tompkins will introduce Mr.
Larcher had seen her before; she was the landlady. "Do you know anything about Mr. Davenport?" she asked, quickly. "No, madam, except that I was to call on him here at one o'clock." "Oh, then, he may be here to meet you. When did you make that engagement?" "On Tuesday, when I was here last! Why? What's the matter?" "Tuesday? I was in hopes you might 'a' made it since. Mr.
He started at once for the automobile, and there was nothing for the girls to do, short of prudery or haughtiness, but follow him; nor for Larcher to do but follow the girls. Bagley sat in front with the chauffeur, but, as the car flew along, he turned half round to keep up a shouting conversation with Mr. Kenby. His glance went far enough to take in Florence, who shared the rear seat with Edna.
When Larcher turned from the window, Davenport lighted the gas, but not his lamp; then drew from an inside pocket, and tossed on the table, something which Larcher took to be a stenographer's note-book, narrow, thick, and with stiff brown covers. Its unbound end was confined by a thin rubber band. Davenport opened a drawer of the table, and essayed to sweep the book thereinto by a careless push.
Going thither upon an impulse, he beheld the artist seated at the table, leaning forward over a confusion of old books, some of them open. He looked pallid in the light of the reading lamp at his elbow, and his eyes seemed withdrawn deep into their hollows. He welcomed his visitor with conventional politeness. "How's this?" began Larcher. "Do I find you pondering,
"You can easily have that," said Larcher, who had impatiently awaited a chance to speak. "I happen to possess the book." "Oh, indeed? I envy you. I haven't seen a copy of it in years." "You're very welcome to see mine. I wouldn't part with it permanently, of course, but if you don't object to borrowing " "Oh, I wouldn't deprive you of it, even for a short time.
This request produced no doubt more merriment than his previous demands. His judges were inflexible; and allowed him hardly time to confess himself. He was then hanged in his dungeon. Two other magistrates, Larcher and Tardif, were executed in the same way, in the same place, and on the same night.
Kenby, whose opinion of Larcher had not changed since their first meeting, viewed with decided lack of interest. When Larcher left, a few minutes later, he was so far under the spell of the newcomer's amiability that he felt as if their acquaintance were considerably older than three-quarters of an hour.
I feared Bagley would give trouble. But how easily he came around!" "You forget how fortunate I am," said Turl, smiling. "Poor Davenport could never have brought him around." "There's no doubting your luck," said Larcher; "even with cards." "Lucky with cards," began Turl, lightly; but broke off all at once, and looked suddenly dubious as Larcher glanced at him in the electric light.
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