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Frances mounted the steps which led to the wide front entrance, touched an electric bell, and waited until a footman in livery answered her summons. "Is Mrs. Passmore at home?" "I will inquire, madame. Will you step this way?" Frances was shown into a cool, beautifully furnished morning-room. "What name, madame?" "Miss Kane, from the Firs. Please tell Mrs.
He seemed to come to some sudden resolution. "No, 'tain't lead and 'tain't nothin'," he declared contemptuously, flinging the bit he held back into the handkerchief. "Pros Passmore ye old fool you come down here and work us all up over some truck that wasn't worth turnin' with a spade! You might as well throw them things away. Whar in the nation did you git 'em, anyhow?"
And at that news the boat was thrust into the sea, faster than ever it went before, and only in time; for it was but just round the rocks, and out of sight, when the rattle of Cary's horsehoofs was heard above. "That rascal of Mr. Leigh's will catch it now, the Popish villain!" said Lucy Passmore, aloud.
"Duson was, after all, a valet, a person of little importance. There is no one to whom his removal could have been of sufficient importance to justify such extreme measures. With you it is different." Mr. Sabin knocked the ash from his cigarette. "Why not be frank with me, Mr. Passmore?" he said. "There is no need to shelter yourself under professional reticence.
In only one of these "mouths" is a landing for boats, made possible by a long sea-wall of rock, which protects it from the rollers of the Atlantic; and that mouth is Marsland, the abode of the White Witch, Lucy Passmore; whither, as Sir Richard Grenville rightly judged, the Jesuits were gone.
Sabin said, "you draw, I presume, the natural inference that Madame la Duchesse, desiring to marry her old admirer, Reginald Brott, first left me in America, and then, since I followed her here, attempted to poison me." "There is," Passmore said, "a good deal of evidence to that effect." "Here," Mr. Sabin said, handing him Duson's letter, "is some evidence to the contrary."
Himes started so violently that he disturbed the equilibrium of his chair and brought the front legs to the floor with a slam, so that he sat staring straight ahead. Shade Buckheath whirled and saw Pros Passmore standing at the foot of the steps the moving speck come to full size. The old man was a wilder-looking figure than usual.
"You mean that all us chaps had cut out and left the old man, and there wasn't a cent of money to pay anybody, and no one but Pros Passmore would 'a' been fool enough to do such hard work without pay. Well, I reckon you're about right. You and me come of a mighty poor nation of folks; but I'm goin' to make my pile and have my share, if lookin' out for number one'll do it."
Sabin's manner changed as though by magic. He was at once alert and vigorous. "My dear Passmore," he said, "come to the table. We shall want those Continental time-tables and the London A.B.C. You will have to take a journey to-night." The two women were alone in the morning-room of Lady Carey's house in Pont Street.
"No," returned Johnnie seriously, "but he's lookin' for it." Shade threw back his head and laughed so long and loud that it would have been embarrassing to any one less sound and sweet-natured than this girl. "I reckon he is," said Buckheath. "I reckon Pros Passmore will be lookin' for that silver mine when Gabriel blows. It runs in the family, don't it?" Johnnie looked at him and shook her head.
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