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I told them to be here between half-past eight and nine." "Who?" I queried. "Dr. Leslie," he answered. "He has the authority to compel the attendance of Mrs. Maitland, Dr. Ross, and Masterson." The quickness with which he had worked out a case which was, to me, one of the most inexplicable he had had for a long time, left me standing speechless.
'And it is an ill business, and I want no trouble. Oh, well' he continued, as Sir George put something in his hand 'thank your honour, I'll drink your health. Yes, it is Masterson, poor man, sure enough; and two days ago he was as well as you or I saving your presence.
Trained for the event by Ned Wilding, Fenn Masterson, Bart Keene and Frank Roscoe." "I guess that's one on you," remarked Lem Gordon, as he joined the chums while they were looking in the window. "Jim got back at you all right." "Yes, I guess he did," admitted Ned.
Not caring whether Masterson and his cronies saw them or not, the boys raced along the beach. From the groans of the injured person they knew that he was badly, possibly mortally, hurt. In a few minutes they reached his side. "It's the wild man!" cried Jack, as they gazed at a hairy, wild-looking man who lay stretched out, breathing heavily, on the rocks where he had fallen.
They looked crestfallen and sheepish, but the boys did not want to make them feel any worse than they did, so they spared them questions at first. But when Masterson begged them to get them out of their predicament and take them back to Yuma, Jack felt that it was time to put them through a cross examination.
It was evident that she had seen the note, at least. "Not a suicide?" she repeated, looking from one to the other of us. "Mr. Masterson on the wire, ma'am," whispered a maid. "Do you wish to speak to him? He begged to say that he did not wish to intrude, but he felt that if there " "Yes, I will talk to him in my room," she interrupted.
"Going to tie me up in the barn and starve me to death, eh?" he said sourly. "I wouldn't treat a dog that way." "If we keep him all night I suppose we can give him a little something to eat," said Mrs. Masterson, relenting. "Sit down there and eat," commanded her husband and pointed to a chair.
Masterson, might be able to shed some light on the rather peculiar case of Mr. Maitland, of whose death, I suppose, you have already heard." "You have known Mrs. Maitland a long time?" ignored Kennedy. "We went to school together." "And were engaged, were you not?" Masterson looked at Kennedy in ill-concealed surprise. "Yes. But how did you know that? It was a secret only between us two I thought.
Masterson, who had collapsed at the mention of the constable, and could now do nothing but moan and weep, and the attorney, who spluttered vain threats in a voice quavering between fear and passion evoked little sympathy.
The mayor turned the letter over to Bat Masterson, the city marshal, who answered it, and invited the professor to come on, assuring him that he was deeply interested in the occult sciences, personally, and would take pleasure in securing him a hall and a date, besides announcing his coming through the papers. "Well, he was billed to deliver his lecture last night.
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