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The return trip had been rushed, much to Pine's approbation. Priscilla was quietly sewing at the table when Farwell, having loudly bidden the Indian good night, came into the living-room. The girl's alarmed glance turned to one of relieved welcome when she saw Farwell. She had some food ready for him every night she had been prepared and he ate it ravenously.
There's a very pleasant hotel near Hyde Park where we can put up." "It's so expensive." "Never mind the expense, just now. When everything is square we can consider economy. But I shall not be easy in my mind until poor Pine's murderer is in custody." "I only hope Garvington won't be found to be an accomplice," said Agnes, with a shiver.
Has the trouble to do with the murder?" "Yes. And with Mr. Silver." "Pine's secretary? I thought you had got rid of him?" "Oh, yes. Mr. Jarwin said that he was not needed, so I paid him a year's wages instead of giving him notice, and let him go. But I have met him once or twice at the lawyers, as he has been telling Mr. Jarwin about poor Hubert's investments.
However, as Pine had the whip-hand of him, he was obliged to yield, although he could not understand why the man should favor the Romany in this way. "Some of his infernal philanthropy, I suppose," said Garvington, in a tone of disgust, to the secretary. "Pine's always doing this sort of thing, and people ain't a bit grateful." "Well," said Silver dryly, "I suppose that's his look-out."
"Do you mean to say that you are Pine's grandmother?" "Pine? Who is Pine? A Gentile I know not. Hearne he was born and Hearne he shall be to me, though the grass is now a quilt for him. Ohone! Hai mai! Ah, me! Woe! and woe, my gentleman.
"I would rather live on a crust with you in the Abbot's Wood Cottage than in Park Lane a lonely woman with ample wealth." "You needn't remain lonely long," said Lambert moodily. "Pine's will does not forbid you to marry any one else." "Do I deserve that answer, Noel, after what I have just said?" "No, dear, no." He pressed her hand warmly. "But you must make some allowance for my feelings.
"A gypsy for choice," growled Miss Greeby, marvelling that Lady Agnes could not see the resemblance between the tramps' faces and that of her own husband. "However, I hope Pine's darlings won't come here to rob. I'll fight for my jewels, I can promise you." One of the men laughed. "I shouldn't like to get a blow from your fist." Miss Greeby smiled grimly, and looked at his puny stature.
"I do, and I have every reason to say so." "Oh, nonsense!" Garvington began to write again. "Silver was Pine's secretary, and now he's Miss Greeby's. They wouldn't have engaged him unless he was respectable, although he did start life as a pauper toymaker. I suppose that is what you mean, Agnes. I'm surprised at your narrowness." "Ah, we have not all your tolerance, Freddy.
"You'd better help me, brother, if you don't want that Gorgious romi of yours to pad the hoof with the rye." The blood rushed to Pine's dark cheeks. "What's that?" "No harm to my rye and I tell you, brother. Don't use the knife." "That I will not do, if a wedding-ring from him to you will do as well." "It will do, brother," said Chaldea calmly.
But the immediate trend of Lambert's thoughts were in the direction of seeking aid from his visitor. He could not act himself because he was sick, and he knew that she was a capable person in dealing with difficulties. Also, simply for the sake of something to do she had become an amateur detective and was hunting for the trail of Pine's assassin.
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