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"Didn't I say so?" demanded Gilmore, as he gained a place at his side. "Where are you going, to the office?" "Yes, I have some letters to answer," and Langham quickened his pace. Gilmore kept his place at the lawyer's elbow. For a moment there was silence between them, and then Gilmore said: "You got away from McBride's in a hurry Saturday; why didn't you wait and see the finish?"
McBride's words were so smooth and so many, he had no time to feel Theodora was going to dine out without him, or that anything had been arranged for ultimate ends. The automobile had almost reached Suresnes before the widow said to her guest: "Your father and Lord Bracondale have promised to meet us at the Réservoirs.
"Do you feel at liberty to state the sum paid by your client?" "It was three thousand and fifty-seven dollars, all in cash." "There are one or two more questions I should like to ask you," said Moxlow. "You saw the money paid into Mr. McBride's hands before two o'clock yesterday afternoon?" "Yes." "Do you know what disposition he made of the money?" "No, I do not."
Either he knew McBride's murderer and testified falsely to shield him; or else he knew nothing and had been hired by some unknown enemy to swear North into the penitentiary; or and the third possibility seemed not unlikely it was he himself that had clambered over the shed roof after killing and robbing the old merchant.
"Well?" prompted Mr. Gilmore. "Boss," and again Montgomery dropped his voice to a confidential whisper, "boss, I seen a man climb over old man McBride's shed yesterday just before six. I seen him come up on top of the shed from the inside, look all around, slide down to the eaves and drop into the alley, and then streak off as if all hell was after him!"
It was perhaps the first time, as it was to be the last, that Archibald McBride's neighbors took note of his home-coming. His keys had been found and intrusted to one of the policemen who accompanied the undertaker and his men; now, as the wagon came to a stand, this officer sprang to the ground, and pushing open the gate went quickly up the path to the front door.
Oh, this works well and no fear that the Roonies and McBrides should ever come to an understanding to cut me out. Young Mr. Randal Rooney, my humble compliments to you, and I hope you'll become the willow which you'll soon have to wear for Miss Honor McBride's pretty sake. But I wonder the brother a'n't come up yet with the rist of her fortune. Jack! Jenny! Where's Pat?
"Well, yes, I seen young John North I said I seen him!" A score of men and boys followed the undertaker's wagon to the small frame cottage that had been Archibald McBride's home for half a century, and a group of these assembled about the gate as the wagon drew up before it. Along the quiet street, windows were raised and doors were opened.
Gilmore's rooms had not been occupied Thursday night; that was the night of the murder, and he was at McBride's house," explained the witness. "But you emptied the grate in Mr. North's rooms?" "Yes, sir." "And disposed of the ashes in the usual way?" "Yes, sir." "In the barrel in the yard back of the building?" "Yes, sir." "Did you notice anything peculiar about the ashes from Mr.
Then that shall be, and before nightfall. Oh! one good turn desarves another in revenge, prompt payment while you live! McBRIDE'S Cottage. Honor. Then you made but a poor dinner, father, after being at the fair, and up early, and all! Take this bit from my hands, father dear. Honor. Ungratitude, father! then you don't see my heart.
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