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I beg pardon I beg ten thousand pardons, my lord. Burs. Come on, man, and don't stand begging pardon there, or I'll leave you. Wheel. Manent LORD JOHN and RORY O'RYAN. Rory. Wheugh! Now put the case. If I was going to be hanged, for the life of me I couldn't be after begging so many pardons for nothing at all. No Wheeler for me. Oh, murder!
"I took Miss McIntyre's word for the house, for I had the burglar safe under arrest." "How did Miss McIntyre appear?" "Appear? Sure, she looked very sweet in her blue wrapper and her hair down her back," answered O'Ryan with emphasis. "She was not fully dressed then?" "No, sir." "Was Miss McIntyre composed in manner or did she appear frightened?" asked Penfield.
Then he called to the dispersing, gossiping crowd: "Hold on hold on, you people! I've got news for you. Folks, this is O'Ryan's night. It's his in the starry firmament. Look at him shine!" he cried, stretching out his arm toward the heavens, where the glittering galaxy hung near the zenith. "Terry O'Ryan our O'Ryan he's struck oil on his ranch it's been struck. Old Vigon found it.
He had been in many an enterprise, many a brush with O'Ryan, and his friendship would bear any strain. O'Ryan recovered himself from the moment he saw the back curtain, and he did not find any fun in the thing. It took a hold on him out of all proportion to its importance. He realised that he had come to the parting of the ways in his life.
"No one sir, except the burglar and Miss McIntyre." "Did you find any doors or windows unlocked?" "No, sir; I never looked to see." "Why not?" "Because the young lady said that she had been over the house and everything was then fastened." O'Ryan looked anxiously at the coroner. Would he make him out derelict in his duty? It would seriously affect his standing on the Force.
And Orion keeps on rising." "Will he ever stop rising?" asked Holden. Followed for the conspirators a disconcerting moment; for, when the laughter had subsided, a lazy voice came from the back of the hall, "He'll stop long enough to play with Apollo a little, I guess." It was Gow Johnson who had spoken, and no man knew Terry O'Ryan better, or could gauge more truly the course he would take.
He guessed that Terry had ridden away into the night to work off the dark spirit that was on him, to have it out with himself. Gow Johnson was a philosopher. He was twenty years older than O'Ryan, and he had studied his friend as a pious monk his missal. He was right in his judgment.
Now he sprang to the front door, called to the approaching crowd for help, then ran back to help O'Ryan. A moment later a dozen men had Vigon secure, and had released Constantine Jopp, now almost dead from loss of blood. As they took the gag from his mouth and tied their handkerchiefs round his bleeding wrists, Jopp sobbed aloud. His eyes were fixed on Terry O'Ryan.
He had watched the drip, drip from his victim's wrists with a dreadful joy. They were man and man, but O'Ryan found in this grisly contest a vaster trial of strength than in the fight upon the stage a few hours ago.
Say, he wipes 'em all out right out. Watch him rising now." By a manipulation of the lights Orion moved up the back curtain slowly, and blazed with light nearer the zenith. And La Touche had more than the worth of its money in this opening to the third act of the play. O'Ryan was a favourite, at whom La Touche loved to jeer, and the parable of the stars convulsed them.
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