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I took possession of them as a Justice of the Peace, ordered the body sent on here, and the people to assemble." He extended his arm toward the faint, quivering, distant sound. "Listen, Zindorf," he cried; "the bell began to toll for Duncan, but it tolls now for the murderer of Ordez. It tolls to raise the country against the assassin!" The false monk had the courage of his master.
Lucian Morrow did not reply. He stood in a sort of wonder. But Zindorf, his face like iron, addressed my father: "Where did you get these papers, Pendleton?" he said. "I got them from Ordez," replied my father. "When did you see Ordez?" "I saw him to-day," replied my father. Zindorf did not move, but his big jaw worked and a faint spray of moisture came out on his face.
The two men seemed for a moment uncertain what to do. Then Zindorf addressed my father. "Pendleton," he said, "the fortunes of life change, and the ideas suited to one status are ridiculous in another. Ordez was a fool. He made believe to this girl a future that he never intended, and she is under the glamor of these fancies."
You always said I should have her in spite of your cursed partner Ordez. You said you'd get her some day and sell her to me. Now, curse it, Zindorf, I want her... I've got the money: ten thousand dollars. It's a big lot of money. But I've got it. I've got it in gold." He went on: "Besides, Zindorf, you can have the money, it'll mean more to you. But it's the girl I want."
"There may have been some sort of church marriage, but there's no legal record, Cable says. "The woman belonged to Marquette, and under the law the girl is a slave. You got a paper title out of Marquette's executors, privily, years ago. Now you have this indefinite assignment by Ordez. He's gone to the Spanish Islands, or the devil, or both. And if Mr.
That would mean, that a lost horse had been killed or an estray steer. He called down and we went in to see what thing this scavenger had got hold of." He paused. "In the cut of an abandoned road we found the body of Ordez riddled with buckshot, and his pockets rifled. But sewed up in his coat was the silk envelope with these papers.
And my father answered him: "The corpse of Ordez lay in the bare cut of the abandoned road, and beside it, bedded in the damp clay where he had knelt down to rifle the pockets of the murdered body, were the patch prints of Zindorf's knees!" VII. The Fortune Teller Sir Henry Marquis continued to read; he made no comment; his voice clear and even. It was a big sunny room.
He stood out and faced my father. "But can you find him, Pendleton," he said. And his harsh voice was firm. "You find Ordez dead; well, some assassin shot him and carried his body into the cut of the abandoned road. But who was that assassin? Is Virginia scant of murderers? Do you know the right one?" My father answered in his great dominating voice
He opened the silk envelope and took out some faded papers. He unfolded them and spread them out under his hand. "I think Ordez feared for his child," he said, "and stored these papers against the day of danger to her, because they are copies taken from the records in Havana." He looked up at the astonished Morrow. "Ordez married the daughter of Pedro de Hernando.
He stood in the posture of a monk, and he spoke each word with a clear enunciation. "It is a very delicate affair, to bring this girl out of the extravagances with which Ordez filled her idle head, and not be brutal in it. We must conduct the thing with tact, and we will ask you, Pendleton, to observe the courtesies of our pretension."
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