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"What else has he discovered?" Mr. Perkins wheeled his chair round until he faced the young man. "He has discovered in your workshop a chisel with a peculiar break in the edge, a deep notch in the middle of the bevel. With that chisel Lemuel Shackford was killed." Richard gave a perceptible start, and put his hand to his head, as if a sudden confused memory had set the temples throbbing.
"I fancy that describes them. Your father's plans were always in the air, too, and he never got any of them down." "I intend to get mine down." "Have you saved by anything?" "Not a cent." "I thought as much." "I had a couple of hundred dollars in my sea-chest; but I was shipwrecked, and lost it. I barely saved myself. When Robinson Crusoe" "Damn Robinson Crusoe!" snapped Mr. Shackford.
When the down express arrived at Stillwater, that night, two passengers stepped from the rear car to the platform: one was Richard Shackford, and the other a commercial traveler, whose acquaintance Richard had made the previous evening on the Fall River boat.
It contained three lines, hastily scrawled in lead-pencil, requesting Richard Shackford to call at the house in Welch's Court at eight o'clock on a certain Tuesday night. The note had been written, as the date showed, on the day preceding the Tuesday night in question the night of the murder! For a second or two Mr. Taggett stood paralyzed.
Shackford, reaching out for his straw hat, which he put on and crushed over his brows, "I don't keep a boarding-house for Slocum's hands." "Oh, I'm far from asking it!" cried Richard. "I am thankful for the two nights' shelter I have had." "That's some of your sarcasm, I suppose," said Mr. Shackford, half turning, with his hands on the door-knob. "No, it is some of my sincerity.
Though he was frequently engaged in small cases of assault and battery, he could scarcely escape that in Stillwater, he had never conducted an important criminal case; but when Lawyer Perkins looked up from his brief reverie, he had fully resolved to undertake the defense of Richard Shackford.
It was a strange thing to see Mr. Richard Shackford, who always had a pleasant word for a body, go by in that blind, excited fashion, striking one fist into the palm of the other hand, and talking to his own self! Mary Hennessey watched him until he wheeled out of Welch's Court, and then picking up her basket, which she had rested on the fence, went her way.
It has stood here these ten years." Mr. Taggett bent a penetrating look on Richard. "Why did you refuse to answer the subpoena, Mr. Shackford?" "But I haven't refused. I was on my way to Justice Beemis's office when you knocked. Perhaps I am a trifle late," added Richard, catching Mr. Taggett's distrustful glance. "The summons said two o'clock," remarked Mr.
Shackford justice, he was thoroughly convinced that Richard had lent himself to a preposterous attempt to obtain money from him. The absence of ordinary shrewdness in the method stamped it at once as belonging to Slocum, of whose mental calibre Mr. Shackford entertained no flattering estimate. "Slocum!" he muttered, grinding the word between his teeth.
"You ought to know," said Mr. Shackford, ruminatively. "A thing as good as a mint must be a good thing." "If I were a partner in the business, I could marry Margaret." "Who's Margaret?" "Mr. Slocum's daughter." "That's where the wind is! Now how much capital would it take to do all that?" inquired Mr. Shackford, with an air of affable speculation. "Three or four thousand dollars, perhaps less."
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