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Suddenly it flashed over me that the interchange of glances between de Moche and Lockwood indicated that she was more to him than a mere acquaintance. Perhaps it had been jealousy as well as treasure hunting that had prompted his eavesdropping. Still reflecting, I decided to turn in at the Museum and have a chat with Norton.
It was not until nearly five o'clock that he was given a chance to escape. He had, even then, to refuse inflexibly an invitation to stay to supper. Minta Lockwood an expansive woman, generously convex almost smothered him with appreciation of his thanks. She held his hand in a large, moist palm and beamed upon him, saying: "Now't you know the way, Mr. Duncan...."
And just as the Viscountess stepped forth from her room, ready for her departure, young John Lockwood came running up from the village with news that a lawyer, three officers, and twenty or four-and-twenty soldiers were marching thence upon the house. John had but two minutes the start of them, and, ere he had well told his story, the troop rode into the court-yard.
As, for instance, a bit of carpet in this room would be worth more than all the courtesy that showed us in. 'What was that lake called the first place I mean? asked Lockwood. 'Lough Brin. I shouldn't say but with better weather it might be pretty. A half-grunt of dissent was all the reply, and Walpole went on It's no use painting a landscape when it is to be smudged all over with Indian ink.
In a sledge journey along the north coast of Greenland, Lockwood and Brainard reached the latitude of 83° 24'. The observations of Greely and Ray added not a little knowledge concerning the meteorology and tides of the arctic regions. The sledge journey of Lockwood and Brainard practically established the fact that Greenland is an island.
"No," she went on, "I have nothing tangible only my feelings. I fear I must admit that my father had enemies, though who they are I cannot tell you. No, it is all in my heart not in my head. There are those whom I dislike and there are those whom I like and trust. You may call me foolish, but I cannot help trusting Mr. Lockwood."
The landlord replaced the oil-soaked rags, rolled down his sleeves again, and silently awaited our pleasure. "Why do you hesitate to tell us where we may find Major Lockwood?" I asked gently. For the first time the man looked me full in the face. And after a moment I saw his expression alter, as though some spark something already half dead within him was faintly reviving.
"Perhaps Senorita Mendoza herself can be trusted to see to that," Whitney replied with a quick laugh. "To say nothing of Mr. Lockwood," suggested Craig. Whitney looked at him quizzically, as though in doubt just how much this man knew. "Senora de Moche puzzles me," went on Kennedy.
If he was, he was making a lot of fuss over it. He talked more and more wildly, as he grew more excited over his latest idea. "I'll have detectives put on his trail," he blustered. "I'll talk it over with Lockwood. He never liked the man." "What did Lockwood say about Norton?" asked Kennedy casually. Whitney eyed us a moment.
You know, they say a young fellow almost a boy did them; and he can't be found and they don't know what he did with the money obtained by the circulating of the false paper." "My! Our Aunt Dora lost some securities. She just wrote us about it," Dorothy Lockwood said, eagerly. "And he wasn't much but a boy!" murmured Nellie. But Laura said, sharply: "Bobby! that's not nice.
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