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I see that Sir Charles Darryll is dead. I want to know all about that affair without delay. What did he die of?" "How should I know? Old age and too much pleasure. And that's all I can tell you. I found him first." "Oh, indeed. The evening paper says nothing about that." "For the simple reason that the evening papers don't know everything," Richford growled.
True, I had allies upon whom I could depend Reggie and Cora, for example. But they could have done nothing without me. And now we have the thing in our hands again. Come along, then." Richford subsided, muttering to himself.
Of course, with everybody else, he had heard of the famous diamonds that Richford had given to his wife, and supposed that before now the diamonds had been turned into money. Into funds, Richford would have had a good chance of getting away; as it was, he must still be in London. "So that fellow is still here," Field chuckled. "Did she say Edward Street? The very house that I have my eye on.
Just for the moment it had looked as if the man called Reggie and the woman called Cora had decided to give Richford the cold shoulder. But he had said a few words, and the scene was suddenly changed. The three walked off together and turned into a small restaurant a little way down the street. Moved by a feeling which she would have had some trouble to explain, Mary followed.
Richford paused in his growling, and contemplated the red hot plate on which the steak was displayed with a queer gleam in his eyes and a clicking of the corners of his mouth. Just for the moment it seemed to Berrington as if his vis a vis was going to have a fit of some kind. "There is salt in the plate," Richford gasped. "Who has taken the liberty of putting "
There was no suggestion of tragedy or mystery about the neat parlourmaid who opened the door. "Mr. Sartoris desires to see me," Richford said. "He sent me a messenger a message to the Royal Palace Hotel. Will you please tell him I am here." The neat parlourmaid opened the drawing-room door and ushered Richford in.
Then Mark's fist shot out, and Richford crashed to the ground with a livid red spot on his forehead. Sick and dizzy he scrambled to his feet. "You are more than a match for me that way," he panted. "But there are other ways, my friend, of wiping that blow out. Look to yourself." There was a deadly menace in the threat, so that Beatrice shuddered as she watched the retreating figure.
The latter was not visible, but, stepping up the bank of sand and moss, appeared a lady in shawl and hat, in whom he recognized Lady Charlotte. He went up to her and saluted. "Ah! Tracy," she said. "I saw you leave the drawing room, and expected to find you here. So, the little woman has got her voice again; but why on earth couldn't she make the display at Richford?
He could see Beatrice leaning back as if the pain in her head had made her oblivious to everything else. As a matter of fact, Beatrice was racking her brains for some way out of the difficulty. The self-elected waiter could not stay there much longer, in any case, at least not unless the suspicious Richford took it in his head to return to the dinner-table again.
From Rouses Point a connection was obtained with Cambridge University, near Boston. The astronomical stations on the west line were: Intersection of Halls Stream by the west line, Lake Memphremagog, Richford, Rouses Point, John McCoy's, Trout River, St. Regis. Latitude was also obtained at an astronomical station established for the purpose at the head of the Connecticut.
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