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"I I can't help it if she was willing to kill people. The poor old thing was crazy." "Yes, and she 's 'ad us bloody near crazy too. Maybe there 's another entry." "I 'm coming to it. It's along in June. The date 's blurred. Listen: 'I did what Roady wanted me to. I sneaked into the mine and planted dynamite in the timbers. I wanted to wait until the third man was there, but I could n't.
I tell you to do something and you go and make a mess of it! Why did n't you wait until they were both there?" "I I thought they were, Roady!" The woman's voice was whining, pleading. "Ain't you going to kiss me?" "No, I ain't going to kiss you. You went and made a mess of things." "You kissed me the night our boy was born. Remember that, Roady? Don't you remember how you kissed me then?"
"That was a long time ago, and you were a different woman then. You 'd do what I 'd tell you." "But I do now, Roady. Honest, I do. I 'll do anything you tell me to if you 'll just be good to me. Why don't you hold me in your arms any more ?" A scuffling sound came from above. Fairchild knew that she had made an effort to clasp him to her, and that he had thrust her away. The voices came closer.
"Guess we 'll have to go 'way back for that." "First let's see how accurate the thing is," Fairchild interrupted. "See if there 's an item under November 9 of this year." The sheriff searched, then read: "I dug a grave to-night. It was not filled. The immortal thing left me. I knew it would. Roady had come and told me to dig a grave and put it in there. I did. We filled it with quicklime.
With a great effort, he lifted him, the sick man's frame huddled in his arms like some gigantic baby, and started out of the eerie, darkened house. The stairs the landing the hall! Then a query from below: "Is that you, Roady?" The breath pulled sharp into Fairchild's lungs. He answered in the best imitation he could give of the voice of Squint Rodaine: "Yes. Go on with your digging, Honey.
He kisses me and makes over me just like he did the night our boy was born. But that's when he wants me to do something. If he 'll keep his promise I 'll fix the mine so they won't get out. Then we can buy it at public sale or from the heirs; and Roady and I will live together again." "The poor old soul," there was aching sympathy in Anita Richmond's voice.
'I was aince like her, an' I used to hing aboot my mother, too, in that very roady. Ay, I thocht I was fond o' her, an' she thocht it too. Tak' a care, wuman, 'at that bairn doesna grow up to murder ye. "He gae a lauch when he saw me tak haud o' the bairn, an' syne a' at aince he gaed awa quick. But he wasna far doon the brae when he turned an' came back.
"It's the only way now; we 'll have to do that. It's the other way to immortality. You 've given him the herbs?" "Yes." "Then this is the end. See? Now do that, won't you, Honey?" "You'll kiss me, Roady?" "There!" The faint sound of a kiss came from below. "And there's another one. And another!" "Just like the night our boy was born.
Bardwell turned the closely written pages, with their items set forth with a slight margin and a double line dividing them from the events tabulated above. At last he stopped. "Testified to-day at the inquest," he read. "I lied. Roady made me do it. I never saw anybody quarreling. Besides, I did it myself." "What's she mean did it herself?" the sheriff looked up.
"I 've I 've broken the spell by going in upstairs. You should have told me. I did n't know I just thought well, I thought there was some one in there you liked, and I got jealous." "Did you, Roady?" She cackled. "Did you?" "Yes I did n't know you had him there. And you were making him immortal?" "I found him, Roady. His eyes were shut, and he was bleeding.
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