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You saved him at a poor man's expense, but we'll have him yet. You asked me for the words, Mr. Ostrander." "Yes." The pause was long, but the "Yes" came at last. Then another silence, and then this peremptory demand: "But we cannot stop here, Mr. Black. If I am to meet my father's wishes to- morrow, I must know the ground upon which I stand. What evidence lies back of these shouts?
She nodded, thoroughly cowed at last both by his indignation and the revelation contained in this question of the judicial mind "Why now, when the time was THEN?" Happily, she had an answer. "Judge Ostrander, I had a reason for that too; and, like my point, it is a good one. But do not ask me for it to-night. To-morrow I will tell you everything.
A planked steak with deviled oysters at the start and a salad at the end. And now another motor-car was poking its nose against the curb. And Whiting climbed out, a bear in a big fur coat. Whiting's car was a closed one. And it would stay there for an hour. Ostrander knew the habits of the man. From the office to the club, and from the club home. Whiting was methodical to a minute.
And I got used to another fact too; that my secret was safe so far as it ran the risk of being endangered by a meeting with yourself. Mr. Ostrander made it very plain to us that we need never expect to see you in Detroit." "He did? Did he offer any explanation for this lack of of sympathy between us?" "Never.
This roused Deborah's pride, and, hesitating no longer, she anxiously remarked: "I have sometimes thought that Oliver Ostrander might be that witness. He certainly was in the ravine the night Algernon Etheridge was struck down." Had she been an experienced actress of years she could not have thrown into this question a greater lack of all innuendo.
Throwing the door wide, she called down the steps: "Yes, he is well. Come in, Mr. Ostrander, and you, too, Mr. Black. Instructions have been given me by the judge, which I must deliver at once. He expects you, Oliver," she went on, as the two men stepped in. You may wish to go to him but you must restrain this wish. Nor are you to talk, though he does not forbid you to listen.
If you are my friend, and you have shown yourself to be such, you will tell me the whole story. I shall say nothing more." Mr. Black was not walking now; he was standing stock-still and in the shadow also. And with this space and the double shadow between them, Alanson Black told Oliver Ostrander why the people had shouted: "We will have him yet."
If the defacing marks she had seen meant that the cause of separation between father and son lay in some past fault of Oliver himself, serious enough for such a symbol to be necessary to reconcile the judge to their divided lives, she should know it and know it soon. The night should not pass without that review of the past by which alone she could now judge Oliver Ostrander.
Judge Ostrander will take his seat on the bench as usual next Monday. Fortunately for the accused, his well-known judicial mind will prevent any unfair treatment of the defence." "The prosecution, in the able hands of District Attorney Foss, made all its points this morning. Unless the defence has some very strong plea in the background, the verdict seems foredoomed.
Ostrander, I'll tell you what you have every right to know." But when they found themselves alone together, Oliver's manner altered. "One moment," said he, before Mr. Black could speak. "I should like to ask you first of all, if Miss Scoville is better. When I left you both so suddenly at Tempest Lodge, she was not well. "She is quite recovered, Mr. Ostrander." "And is here?" "Not yet.
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