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Cenis welcomed us cordially upon McBride's introduction and agreed to take us up to the rooms of the strange couple if they were not in. As it happened it was the lunch hour and they were not in the room. Still, Kennedy dared not be too particular in his search of their effects, for he did not wish to arouse suspicion upon their return, at least not yet.
McBride's were the spirits of experience and did not mount without due cause. Since she had been a girl in Dakota and passionately in love with her first husband the defunct McBride was a second venture she had not met a man who could quicken her pulse like Captain Fitzgerald. It was a curious coincidence that they both had already two partners to regret.
She has a backbone if you haven't; and she'll see it her duty to stick to that lump of middle-class meat she is bound to and she'll do her best, if she suffers to heart-break. It is she, the poor, little white dove, that you and I have wounded between us, that I pity, not you great, strong man!" Mrs. McBride's eyes flashed. "Oh, you are all the same, you Englishmen.
As Cora McBride sat there in the homely little farmhouse kitchen and thought of the debts still existent, contracted to save the already stricken lives of two little lads forgotten now by all but herself and Duncan and God, of the chances of losing their home if Duncan could work no more and pay up the balance of their mortgage, of the days when Duncan must lie in the south bedroom alone and count the figures on the wallpaper as she sat there and contemplated these things, into Cora McBride's heart crept determination.
"McBride's murderer will be found one of these days, and then all the world will know that what you believe is the truth," said North at length. "Yes, dear," replied Elizabeth simply. Some whispered word of General Herbert's or the deputy's reached them in the interval of silence that ensued. Then presently in that silence they had both feared to break, the court-house bell rang again.
"You have admitted that your whole story of seeing John North on the night of the McBride murder is a lie," said the judge. "Boss, there is truth enough in it to hang a man!" "You saw a man cross McBride's sheds?" And the judge kept his eyes fastened on the handy-man's face. "I seen a man cross McBride's shed, boss." "And you have sworn that that man was John North." "I swore to a lie.
He stood for the truth of what he said in part, he insisted that he saw a man cross McBride's shed on the night of the murder and drop into the alley, and the man was not John North. He seemed unwilling that North, through any instrumentality of his, should suffer for a crime of which he was innocent; his feeling on this point was unfeigned and unmistakable."
"If Miss Prentiss will allow me " he began. "Huh! Miss Prentiss," spoke up Mr. McBride. "What's she got to say about it? I allow you." And as Katrina, behind Mr. McBride's back, smiled and nodded, the young man accepted promptly. Together the three went through the back garden and up to the house. Arrived there, Katrina disappeared.
Montgomery seemed to undergo a brief but intense mental struggle, then he blurted out: "Boss, I lied when I said it was North I seen come over old man McBride's shed that night!" "Do you mean to tell me that you perjured yourself in the North case?" asked the judge sternly. "Sure, I lied!" said the handy-man.
McBride went at once to his room and shut the door. Katrina, sitting at her own window, looked thoughtfully into space and swung a key upon her forefinger. After a time she stood up, smoothed her hair and pinned on her wide, rose-laden hat. Then she went down the hall quietly, stopped before Mr. McBride's door, and listened a moment. A gentle snore proclaimed Mr. McBride's occupation.
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