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The Carnarvon postmark and the words written on the envelope, 'Try Capel Curig, showed the cause of the delay in the letter's reaching me. In the left-hand corner of the envelope were written the words 'Very urgent. Please forward immediately. I opened it, and found it to be a letter of great length. I looked at the end and gave a start, exclaiming, 'D'Arcy! This is how the letter ran:
"Unless that letter's a plant, too," Graham said. "Yet how could she know there'd be a search? Why shouldn't she have addressed it to the Cedars where there was a fair chance of its being opened and read by the police? Why hasn't my man made any report on her? We've a number of questions to ask Maria." But word came down from the dancer's apartment that Maria wasn't at home.
He learned that, though well educated, she knew but little English, and had sought the dictionary, revising her own letter by selecting the shortest words to express the idea. Hence the letter's strength and clearness. Stick to the Saxon closely. Macaulay will wear off in time." And this was better teaching than one sometimes gets in class.
Johnny, with his mouth open, panting, and the tears on his cheeks, answered, indignantly, "Stop till I tell Sarah." Whack came the cane again, and a fresh burst from Johnny. "What letter's that?" "I won't tell," roared Johnny; "I won't tell that I won't." Whack, whack, whack, and a pause. "I told you before, that's the letter B. What letter is that? Tell me directly."
It seems too much of a dream, and yet there's no doubt about it. I had a letter from my solicitors this morning, saying that they were engaged in going through the securities, and and but the letter's somewhere over there; you might read it. No? can't you find it? It's there somewhere about, I know. Never mind, you can see it again.... he finished wearily.
All square and no deception!" "Well the impidence of the child! Who's to know the letter's for me onlest I see the direction? Who gave it you to give me?" "Miss Wardle down our Court. Same I told you of where the old widder-woman hangs out. Him the police are after's mother!"
She had been of the kind that cares for finery and social importance and the world's favour, not for sentiments. On this morning of the letter's arrival he watched her sobbing and clutching the tablecloth, and reflected. He walked up and down and pondered. There were a lot of things to be thought over. "We may as well accept the invitation at once," he said. "Grovel as much as you choose.
She did as one does with letters containing news, reading persistently through to the end and taking no notice at all of Irene's interrogatory "Well?" which of course was uttered long before the quickest reader could master the shortest letter's contents. When the end came, she said with evident relief: "Oh yes, that's all right! Now if we drive over to-morrow, she will probably be up."
"Well," said Foster grimly, "you're taking steep chances just now. The police will be here to-morrow and there'll be trouble if they know you tried to help their prisoner escape. Where's the telegram he threw you down?" "It wasn't a telegram." "A letter's just as bad. The wisest thing you can do is to give it me." The lad hesitated, but let him have the crumpled envelope.
She kept blaming me, for she knew I hated that dress and wanted a new one. But me, I'm glad. Now I'll get after Dad for a new one. Say, when's Mary's surprise? Is it true it's put off till next week?" "I'm going to have a new dress for that and silver slippers," declared the girl next her, teetering back and forth on her little high-heeled pumps. "Say, Will, that letter's cock-eyed.
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