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"Have you learned anything unusual?" "Not much. He has been around arranging his business affairs and he met Miss Bernard and the two had a confidential talk, but I couldn't get close enough to hear what was said. After that he came out to Sidham and there met a man named Matlock Styles." "Go on." "The two had a long talk, and Ostrello seemed to be angry about something.
And ten feet away, with his sightless eyes staring up at the blue sky, his shirt still smouldering from a powder burn above his heart, lay Matlock, still clutching the Mauser in his stiffening hand. Douglass, on dismounting, had picketed the horses and thrown himself at full length on the grass with his head in Constance's lap.
I must do them the justice to add, that none of them, however, at all molested me or did me any harm. On the contrary, every one again and again drank my health, and I took care not to forget to drink theirs in return. The treatment of my host at Matlock was still fresh in my memory, and so, as often as I drank, I never omitted saying, "Your healths, gentlemen all!"
Dinant, in short, is a kind of Belgian Matlock, and appeals as little as Matlock to the "careful student" of Nature.
Then by some unfortunate vagary she chanced to refer to his first difficulty with Matlock, asking him for the real facts in the case, and the man crouched in the clematis gnashed his teeth at Douglass's contemptuous reflections upon his cowardice.
"That and I walked over to look at the place where that double murder took place. Awful crime that, eh? Made me shiver just to look at the house. I suppose you've heard about it?" "Yes, everybody knows about it around here." "They say the man's daughter did it." "If she did, they ought to string her up for it," growled Matlock Styles. "Such a blasted, cold-blooded crime as that was.
The counterfeiters were taken by surprise, but they did not give up at once. Some began to fight, and in the melee two were seriously wounded. Then all but three surrendered, these three doing what they could to get out by a back way. One of the three was Matlock Styles. The three men came out in the woods, and one was quickly shot in the leg, and fell headlong among the trees.
Matlock Styles opened the door and gazed into the vault. For the moment he saw nothing. "Not here," he said briefly. "Come on; we'll have to look elsewhere." "Wait a minute!" came from the other man, as Matlock Styles was on the point of coming out of the vault. "What do you want?" "I want to get some of that new paper." "Oh, you can get there after we have caught our man."
The leathery old face twitched venomously and she slashed the pie top with suggestive vigor. "But that would be murder!" gasped the girl, her face gray with horror. "Murder, huh! An' what would it be if Matlock has his way? Didn't he kill thet sheepherd who whopped him fair an' squar' in cold blood?
The cold bath here is the most delicate imaginable; of a moderate degree of coldness though, not three degrees below Matlock surely; but omitting, simply enough, to carry a thermometer, one can measure the heat of nothing.
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