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"I 'm supposed," she answered with a smile toward Fairchild, "to go to Center City at midnight. Squint Rodaine 's there and Maurice and I are supposed to join him. But but Mr. Fairchild 's promised that you and he will arrange it otherwise." "Center City? What's Squint doing there?" "He does n't want to take the train from Ohadi for some reason. We 're all going East and "
The story was brief in its telling. And it brought no explanation of the sudden amiability displayed by the crooked-faced Rodaine. They went on, striving vainly for a reason, at last to stop in front of the post-office, as the postmaster leaned out of the door. "Your name's Fairchild, isn't it?" asked the person of letters, as he fastened a pair of gimlet eyes on the owner of the Blue Poppy.
You don't suppose that was because you were so tall and handsome, do you?" "Well " Fairchild smiled ruefully "I was hoping that it was because she rather liked me." "Suppose it was? But she rather likes a lot of people. You understand women just like a pig understands Sunday you don't know anything about 'em. She was mad at Maurice Rodaine and she wanted to give him a lesson.
Rodaine smiled again in his crooked fashion. Then he pushed the clawlike hands of the excited jeweler away from his lapels. "That's your own fault, Sam," he announced curtly. "If he 's at the bottom of the shaft, your diamond 's there too. All I know about it is that I was coming down from the Silver Queen when I saw this fellow go into the tunnel of the Blue Poppy.
She would n't stand for it. She 's not that kind of a girl. They know that money does n't mean anything to her and what's more, they 've been forced to see that Anita ain't going to turn handsprings just for the back-action honor of marrying a Rodaine.
Taylor Bill nodded in the affirmative. "And that you robbed the Old Times dance and framed the evidence against this big Cornishman?" Taylor Bill scraped a foot on the floor. "It's true. Squint Rodaine wanted me to do it. He 'd been trying for thirty years to get that Blue Poppy mine. There was some kind of a mix-up away back there that I did n't know much about fact is, I did n't know anything.
"Well, some say he is and some say he ain't. Guess it mostly depends on the girl, and she ain't telling yet." "And the man who is he?" "Him? Oh, he 's Maurice Rodaine. Son of a pretty famous character around here, old Squint Rodaine. Owns the Silver Queen property up the hill. Ever hear of him?"
'Ow does anybody get a 'old on a person? Through money! Judge Richmond 'ad a lot of it. Then 'e got sick. Rodaine, 'e got 'old of that money. Now Judge Richmond 'as to ask 'im for every penny he gets and 'e does what Rodaine says." "But a judge " "Judges is just like anybody else when they're bedridden and only 'arf their faculties working. The girl, so Mother 'Oward tells me, is about twenty now.
She had laid a hand on his arm for just a moment, then hurried away. Fairchild saw that she was approaching young Rodaine, scowling in the background. That person shot an angry remark at her as she approached and followed it with streaming sentences. Fairchild knew the reason. Jealousy! Couples returning from the dance floor jostled against him, but he did not move.
Maurice Rodaine was the one man who could give direct evidence against Harry as the man who had held up the Old Times Dance, and Anita now was engaged to marry him. Judge Richmond had been a friend of Thornton Fairchild; could it have been possible that this friendship might have entailed the telling of secrets which had not been related to any one else?
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