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Oliver Ostrander, who had accompanied his father to the scene of crime, declared that he had observed it that very afternoon, dangling from one end of Mr. Etheridge's watch-chain where it had been used to fasten temporarily a broken link. "As we go to press we hear that Judge Ostrander has been prostrated by this blow.
Black amid blackness, with just the contrast of its straight lines to the curve of natural objects about it, it commanded the bluff, summoning up memories of an evil race cut short in a moment by an outraged Providence, and Judge Ostrander marking it, found himself muttering aloud as he dragged himself slowly away: "Why should Time, so destructive elsewhere, leave one stone upon another of this accursed ruin?"
Deborah had risen mechanically. "Don't, I beg, till you have relieved my mind about Judge Ostrander. I don't suppose that there is really anything behind that door of his which it would alarm any one to see?" Then, Deborah understood Miss Weeks. But she was ready for her. "I've never seen anything of the sort," said she, "and I make up his bed in that very room every morning." "Oh!"
Black had rung for admittance, and Mrs. Scoville had answered the call. In the constrained interview which followed, these words were said: "One moment, Mrs. Scoville. How can I tell the judge! Young Ostrander is gone flew the city, and I can get no clew to his whereabouts.
Astounded at such tranquillity where she had expected anguish if not stark unreason, doubting her eyes, her ears for this was no longer her delicate, suffering Reuther to be shielded from all unhappy knowledge, but a woman as strong if not as wise to the situation as herself she scrutinised the child closely, then turned her gaze slowly about the room, and started in painful surprise, as she perceived standing in the space behind her the tall figure of Judge Ostrander.
"With a red candle, and there was a little girl who didn't have any doll " Pussy threw herself on him bodily. "Is it true? Is it true?" she shrieked. Milly, a little flushed and excited by the story, tried to say sedately: "Of course it isn't true. It couldn't be true " "Let's wish it to be true " Ostrander said, "all three of us, with our eyes shut "
"Have you the messages with you?" He bundled them into her hand. "I will hand them in to him. We can do nothing less and nothing more. Then if he wants you, I will telephone." "Mrs. Scoville?" She felt his hand laid softly on her shoulder. "Yes, Mr. Black." "There is some one else in this matter to consider besides Judge Ostrander." "Reuther? Oh, don't I know it!
Few persons were now left in the great room, and Deborah, embarrassed to find that she was the only woman present, was on the point of escaping from her corner when she perceived a movement take place in the rigid form from which she had not yet withdrawn her eyes, and, regarding Judge Ostrander more attentively, she caught the gleam of his suspicious eye as it glanced this way and that to see if his lapse of consciousness had been noticed by those about him.
Higher in the corner house, and so near the roof that it scarcely seemed possible for a grown man to stand upright behind it, was an oeil de boeuf looking down upon the other roofs, and framed in that circular opening like a vignette was the handsome face of Major Ostrander. His eyes seemed to be turned towards her window. Her first impulse was to open it and recognize him with a friendly nod.
With the various bridges connecting the residence portion with the lower business streets we have nothing to do. But there was a nearer one of which the demands of my story necessitate a clear presentation. This bridge was called Long, and spanned the ravine and its shallow stream of water not a quarter of a mile below the short road or lane we have just seen Judge Ostrander enter.
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