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Tish said nothing, but, reaching into her reticule, which she had taken from the horn of her saddle, she drew out a number of things. "Here," she said. "Are your earrings. Here also is Mr. Ostermaier's cigar-case, but empty. Here is some money too. I'll keep that, however, until I know how much you lost." "Tish!" screeched Mrs. Ostermaier. "You found them!"
"Lizzie," said Tish in her sternest manner, "go over that girl. Look in her riding-boots. I haven't come across Mrs. Ostermaier's earrings yet." At that the girl changed color and backed off. "It's an outrage," she said. "Surely I have suffered enough." "Not as much," Tish observed, "as you are going to suffer. Go over her, Lizzie." While I searched her, Tish was lecturing her.
Ostermaier's face was terrible, and only two days ago Mrs. Ostermaier came over to ask about putting an extra width in the skirt to her last winter's suit. But it is my belief that she came to save Tish's soul, and nothing else. "I'm so glad wide skirts have come in," she said. "They're so modest, aren't they, Miss Tish?" "Not in a wind," Tish said, eying her coldly.
Ostermaier's skull with ozone, instead of brains, more likely!" Tish is a good woman a sweet woman, indeed; but she has a vein of gentle irony, which she inherited from her maternal grandfather, who was on the Supreme Bench of his country. However, that spring she was inclined to be irritable. She could not drive her car, and that was where the trouble really started.
We searched him carefully, but he had only a gold watch and some money. On the chance, however, that the watch was Mr. Ostermaier's, although unlikely, we took it. I must say he was very disagreeable, referring to us as highwaymen and using uncomplimentary language. But, as Tish observed, we might as well be thorough while we were about it. For the nonce we had forgotten the other man.
She looked sulky again, and said she'd thank us for the ring, which was hers and she could prove it. But Tish sternly refused. "It's my private opinion," she observed, "that it is Mrs. Ostermaier's, and she has not worn it openly because of the congregation talking quite considerably about her earrings, and not caring for jewelry on the minister's wife. That's what I think."
One bunch of keys. One plug of chewing-tobacco. Four cartridge belts. Two old pipes. Mr. Ostermaier's cigar-case, which I recognized at once, being the one we had presented to him. Mrs. Ostermaier's wedding-ring and gold bracelet, which her sister gave her on her last birthday. A diamond solitaire, unknown, as Mrs. Ostermaier never owned one, preferring instead earrings as more showy.
"How was I to know " the girl began sullenly. But at that moment I found Mrs. Ostermaier' chamois bag thrust into her riding-boot, and she suddenly went pale. Tish held it up before her accusingly. "I dare say you will not deny this," she exclaimed, and took Mrs. Ostermaier's earrings out of it. The men muttered, but Aggie was equal to the occasion.
"It would be just like the woman," Tish said bitterly, "to refuse to come any farther and spoil everything." But a little later she announced that the guide was leading Mrs. Ostermaier's horse and that they were coming on.
Ostermaier, we had been members of Mr. Ostermaier's church, and liked him, although his sermons were shorter than Tish entirely approved of. We withdrew again to seclusion until they had passed, and Tish gave them ten minutes to get well ahead. Then we rode out. Tish's face was stern as she led off. The shriek of Mrs. Ostermaier was still, as she said in a low tone, ringing in her ears.
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