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"Whoever took them did so, most likely, without permission." "I guess you are right," returned Tom. "Anything I can do for you?" asked Frank Holden pleasantly. "Nothing, thank you," replied Dick; and then he and his brothers withdrew and made their way to their own rooms as silently as possible. On the way they stopped at the doors of the rooms occupied by Koswell and Larkspur and listened.
There were purple, white and scarlet poppies; the rich crimson larkspur; the red anemone; the golden daisy; the pink convolvulus; and a host of smaller blooms, so intensely bright and dazzling in their hues, that the meadows were richer than a pavement of precious jewels.
"I mean to try my luck yet at getting at the bottom of the mystery," said Andrew Larkspur. "Five hundred pounds reward is worth working for. I I've a notion that I shall lay my hands upon Valentine Jernam's murderer sooner or later." "Who offers the reward?" asked Honoria. "Government offers one hundred of it; George Jernam four hundred more." "Who is George Jernam?"
Petubastis, a pretty Egyptian lad, was more than glad of an interruption to his work which somehow seemed endless to-day; he put aside his implements, stroked back the black hair that had fallen over his face, and removing the reed-pen from behind his ear, stuck in a sprig of dark blue larkspur.
"I made fun of you, afterward, for telling Rosy you noticed the colours we wore," confessed Roberta, with a mischievous glance. "You did you rascal! Look up at me a minute please. The blue of your eyes, with those black lashes, is another larkspur shade, in this light. I've called it sea-blue. Rob dearest the nights I've dreamed about those eyes of yours!"
They waited around for the best part of an hour, but Henry Bradner failed to return, and at last they gave up looking for him, and the boys went back to where they had hired a room for the night, promising to rejoin Jack Wumble early in the morning, when the whole party would take a train for Denver, where Wumble wished to transact a little business before starting out for Larkspur Creek.
"I hope the lightning doesn't come near us here." If anything, the rain now came down heavier than before, until Jack Wumble declared it to be the greatest downpour he had ever witnessed in that section of the country. The water leaped over the rocks in tiny waterfalls, and soon Larkspur Creek became a raging torrent. The sky was inky black, and they could not see a dozen paces in any direction.
I take a pride in my profession, and to me duty is a pleasure." "I will trust you." "You may, ma'am. Oh, by-the-bye, I must tell you that in this house my name is Andrews. Please remember that, ma'am." "Mr. Andrews, lawyer's clerk. The name of Larkspur smells too strong of Bow Street." The information acquired by Andrew Larkspur was perfectly correct.
That's a very queer business, that is, and I've never had leisure to get very deep into the rights and wrongs of it yet." Mr. Larkspur looked up presently, and saw that his visitor's face had grown white to the very lips. "You knew Captain Jernam?" he said. "No yes, I knew him slightly; and the idea of his murder is very shocking to me," answered Honoria, struggling with her agitation.
How each flower, like a dear human face, stood before him looking into his eyes. The damask roses, the Johnny-jump-ups, larkspur, bachelor-buttons, ragged ladies, marigolds, hollyhocks, and a host of others that are out of fashion now. That bouquet furnished him a pleasant reverie for an hour. It brought no less pleasure to Edna.
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