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Nothing could have tempted Margie to have credited such a story of her lover, had it not been for the overwhelming evidence of her own senses. Ever since the night of Paul Linmere's assassination, she had at times been tortured with agonizing doubts.
And besides, what motive could he have?" "The motive was all-powerful. Has not Mr. Trevlyn, by his own confession, loved you from his youth up?" "Yes." "And Paul Linmere was about to become your husband. Could there be a more potent reason for Archer Trevlyn to desire Mr. Linmere's death?
Every person about the place was examined and cross-examined, but no one knew anything, and the night shut down, and left the matter in mystery. Pietro, at length, suggested Leo, Mr. Linmere's gray-hound. "Him no love his master," said the Italian, "but him scent keen. It will do no hurt to try him." Accordingly, the next morning, Pietro brought the dog up to the Park.
But all through the evening he was affable and complaisant and forbearing. She made no attempt to conceal her dislike of him. Concealments were not familiar to Margie's nature. She was frank and open as the day. Mr. Linmere's fascinations were many and varied. He had a great deal of adaptation, and made himself agreeable to every one.
For, next to the diamonds, the sordid man loved Margie Harrison. Linmere's gift to his bride was very simple, but in exquisite taste, Mrs. Weldon decided. A set of turquoise, with his initial and hers interwoven. Only when they were received, did Margie come out of her cold composure.
I dropped it in my haste to escape without your observation, and afterward I expected to hear of it in connection with the finding of Linmere's body. I never knew what became of it until my wife displayed it, that day when she taunted me with my crime. Poor Alexandrine!
She was a passionate child of the South, uncalculating as a babe where her affections were concerned; and before my parents had begun to ascertain any danger from Linmere's society, she had left everything, and fled with him. "My mother was plunged in grief, for she had loved Arabel like an own child; and the uncertainty of her fate, I think, hastened my mother's death.
Slowly and silently they went up to the house. At the door he said no good-night he only held her hand a moment, closely, and then turned away. Paul Linmere's wedding-day drew near. Between him and Margie there was no semblance of affection.
I came to New York, for that had been Mr. Linmere's home before we went to France. I soon got upon the track of him, and learned that he was about to be married to a Miss Margaret Harrison, a young lady of great beauty, and with a large fortune. I wanted to see her; for you must know that I had registered a fearful vow of vengeance on Mr.
"Leo, Leo," he called, "come here, sir!" The dog opened his eyes, but gave no responsive wag of his tail. You saw at once that though Leo was Mr. Paul Linmere's property, and lived with him, he did not have any attachment for him. "Come here, sir!" said Linmere, authoritatively. Still the animal did not stir.
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