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"It was I. I did the foozling." Up they shot in the elevator. The messenger in his uniform and buttons went ahead and opened the door. "Mr. Hollings is here, sir," announced he. "And Mr. Christopher and the detective, Mr. Waldron." As the three crossed the threshold and entered the office, Christopher saw Mr. Norcross and the inspector. A deep hush was upon the room.
It was about mid-afternoon when the little party entered the railway coach at Norcross; and this being Molly's first glimpse of a train of cars, her eyes would have put an owl's to shame for size and roundness, as she sat on the very edge of the seat, and stared uneasily about her. Jasper, having fixed them comfortably, gave a hurried hand to each, leaving the last for Sara.
"Well, I got in after that," Norcross went on, "and I drove 'em! It wasn't the money; it was the game. She'd have had the spending of that. And it isn't just to see her it's to know if she is still waiting and if we'll make up for thirty years out there." As Bulger handed back the locket, the secretary knocked again.
"I am quite aware that it seems so, but I can make it worth your while." "How?" "By bringing you business. I can put in your hands now a will case involving an estate of fifty thousand dollars, and further on probably a much more important case." "You seem to be a hustler." "I am." "Where has your professional life been spent?" asked Norcross. "At Elmira. Now I wish to remove to this city.
With an outward sweep of her hands and a quick "but then!" she resumed: "The best judges of character and you must be such a one make their mistakes. Why did you ask that question?" Norcross, glib and effective as his tongue could be when he directed or traded, found now no better answer than: "Because I wanted to know, I suppose."
Norcross, the lawyer, entered the parlor with Bolton's card in his hand and a puzzled expression on his face. "Have I ever met you before, Mr. Bolton?" he asked. "No, sir." "Please state your business." "I should like to enter your office. I am a lawyer with fifteen years experience." "I should hardly think so, considering the strange, and I may say unprecedented, proposal you are making."
"You'd ought 'o gone for him yourself, you big lump," she retorted. Mrs. Meeker, who was as big as her husband, greeted Norcross warmly, and made a place for him beside her own chair. "Highst along there, boys, and give the company a chance," she commanded, sharply. "Our dinner's turrible late to-day."
For answer, the elder maiden took the younger in her arms and gave her a most tender kiss so peace was made, and the ambassador who had failed to bring about the nuptials so ardently desired was at last propitiated. This time it was old Adam Standish who rowed Sara over the bay to Norcross, Adam, unchanged in lineament or costume, while faithful friends, as before, watched from the beach.
Fine job with good little details whoever got 'em must 'a' talked with somebody that was right close to her an old aunt, I'm thinking. But no medium made them notes. Looks like a private detective's work. Not a bit of professional talk. The notes on Robert H. Norcross. See!" Dr. Blake, whose face had lightened more and more as he listened, jumped up and grasped Rosalie's hand.
"Pat's strong on soft jobs," said another; and Berea joined the laugh which followed this pointless joke. She appeared to be one of them, and it troubled Norcross a little. She had so little the sex feeling and demanded so few of the rights and privileges of a girl.
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