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He remembered Silverthorn's injunction, however, and would not go into the cottage. He passed the lilac-hedge, with its half-pathetic exhalations of delicious odor recalling the past, and was prompted to step through a break in the stone wall and ascend the orchard slope.
Dale related what had happened on the street some time before, and Silverthorn's scowl deepened. "There are times when you don't seem to be able to think at all, Dale!" he declared. "After this, when you decide to do a thing, see me first or Maison. The last thing we want to happen right now is to have this fake Bransford killed." "Why?"
But after their little tiff they tried to recover their spirits and succeeded in keeping up a sham kind of gayety. Arrived at Silverthorn's lodging, they completed their business; Vibbard handing over a check, and receiving in exchange Silverthorn's copy of the agreement with a receipt in due form. "How long can you stay, Bill?" asked Silverthorn, more cheerfully, when this was over.
The banker was on his knees before the doors, working at the combination, and he looked around in silent objection at Sanderson's voice. "Big ones, I said," repeated the latter. "You've got them. I was in Silverthorn's rooms some hours ago, lookin' over his books an' things. I saw a note there, showin' that he'd deposited fifty thousand here the day before yesterday. The note said it was cash.
A suppressed elation at his good luck made him tingle from top to toe; and, to tell the truth, he did not feel much interest in Vibbard's remaining. "I must be off to-morrow," said his friend. "I suppose I can stay here to-night?" "Of course." "I must call on Ida, before I go." Silverthorn's brow darkened.
Or if he did consider it he did not permit that consideration to influence his actions. For within two hours after breakfast he had sent a messenger for Silverthorn and Dale, and fifteen minutes later he was telling them the story of the night's happenings. Silverthorn's face grew purple with rage during the recital. At its conclusion he got up, dark purpose glinting in his eyes.
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