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They may not want to know us, for we shall be very poor; but I won't be patronised by any one, and I don't want them to call. Vava looked as if she were going to say something, but thought better of it, and gave the desired promise. There was nothing now to keep them at Lomore. Mr. Stacey's clerks had made an inventory of the contents of the house; David M'Taggart and Mrs.
It was in his mind to offer a retort, but he remembered his own dignity in time, and contented himself by saying, 'I shall recommend him most strongly to Colonel Stacey's best consideration. And you, Major de Blacquaire, I understand, are leaving the regiment? 'I have received a Staff appointment, sir, and I leave to-morrow. These are the Colonel's quarters.
Barbara was already up and dressed for riding when her maid came to call her; and noting Stacey's astonished eyes fix themselves on her boots, she said: "Well, Stacey?" "It'll tire you." "Nonsense; I'm not going to be hung." Refusing the company of a groom, she made her way towards the stretch of high moor where she had ridden with Courtier a year ago.
Lazard and Stacey made a sudden dash for the door, and in an instant they were in Stacey's waiting car. The chauffeur took off the brake and pulled the lever. Suddenly Craig's pistol flashed, and the chauffeur's arms hung limp and useless on the steering-wheel.
Like a red streak in the night we flew up that avenue, turned into Fourteenth Street on two wheels, and at last were on Sixth Avenue. With a jerk and a skid we stopped. There were the engines, the hose-carts, the hook-and-ladders, the salvage corps, the police establishing fire lines-everything. But where was the fire? The crowd indicated where it ought to be it was Stacey's.
But the warning was enforced by a command from another voice weak, unheroic, but familiar, "I order this yer to stop right yer!" A burst of ironical laughter followed. The voice was Uncle Ben's. "Stand back! This is no time for foolin'," said the sheriff roughly. "He's right, Sheriff Briggs," said Stacey's voice hurriedly; "you're acting for HIM; he's the owner of the land." "What?
He had slept soundly that night, despite his intent to reason with himself. It was morning, and he had made no decision or so he thought. There was the question of enlisting. Many of his friends had already gone. Older men were now riding the ranges. Even the clerk in the general store at Stacey's had volunteered. And Lorry had considered him anything but physically competent to "make a fight."
As McCormick with the police loomed up, a moment late, out of the darkness and after a short struggle clapped the irons on Stacey and Lazard in Stacey's own magnificently upholstered car, I remarked reproachfully to Kennedy: "But, Craig, you have shot the innocent chauffeur. Aren't you going to attend to him?" "Oh," replied Kennedy nonchalantly, "don't worry about that.
This talk of an arson trust is bosh yellow journalism. More than that, we have been systematically robbed by a trusted head of a department, and the fire at Stacey's was the way the thief took to cover er her stealings. At the proper time we shall produce the bookkeeper Douglas and prove it.
Jervase nursed his silk hat in both hands and waited, listening to the scattered noises of the barrack square and catching amongst them his son's voice with a sort of fatal sound of command in it. 'Is he going to talk to me like that? asked the father of himself; and the minutes went slowly by until Colonel Stacey's batman tapped respectfully at the door, and announced 'Private Jervase.
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