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Stodger laid a hand upon his arm, and asked with husky eagerness: "On the level, Maillot between us, you know just what did you say last night when somebody pulled the shade down over that lamp of yours?" "You go to thunder," Maillot retorted, turning his back upon him. "Pshaw! I 'll bet it was hotter than that," said Stodger, in a disappointed tone.
Stodger, much excited, darted in, closing the door after him. He handed me an envelope, accompanying it with a look of suppressed eagerness which suggested certain details pertinent to the missive which were being reserved with difficulty for my private hearing. Maillot, apparently dumfounded, rose slowly to his feet. "A note for me!" he faltered. Then, quietly: "Give it to me, Swift."
This was repeated so many times that Stodger himself grew glum, and at last signified a determination to turn in. Again I tried to fasten my attention upon the cryptic parchment; but it was of no use. In spite of myself, my head would jerk up to a listening attitude every time a board creaked or I fancied I heard a door somewhere in the house being cautiously opened.
I got a grip on myself, though, and Stodger was sent flying to fetch Miss Fluette. She came quickly enough, wondering and alarmed; and when she beheld me holding her cousin, would have snatched her from me with what biting words I can only imagine.
And then I recounted for his benefit all that I knew respecting the ruby, declared my belief that it lay somewhere in the house, and, finally, outlined my plans for the immediate future. "We 'll divide the vigil between us, Stodger; you and I shall camp right here until that costly bauble comes to light.
Stodger at once left us together, having, I surmised, his own method of getting into the curtained alcove of which he had spoken. In order that he should have ample time to reach it, I held Burke with a question or two in the hall. "Mr. Burke," said I, "who besides yourself and Mr.
The great library was a place of shadows and dark recesses, as well as of silence; and had it not been for the regular, stertorous breathing of the sleeper, I might have wished myself well out of it. The hours dragged along midnight, one o'clock, two, half-past, and still I did not rouse Stodger; I never had less desire to sleep.
When Stodger returned, I determined at last, I would set him at work searching for the odd symbol, or whatever it might be. When I made this resolve I was standing beside the old walnut table at the head of Mr. My preoccupation was broken in upon by the arrival of the undertaker's men.
The sudden piercing scream, Stodger protested, had startled and astonished him as much as it had anybody. He wheeled round to find the bath room door so nearly closed that it was impossible to glimpse what lay beyond until he had again opened it; which he had done promptly, he declared, to behold only Miss Cooper. She was lying on the floor in a dead faint.
Cautiously I pushed open the bath room door; but it was too dark to see inside." "Was the door into the hall shut?" I interrupted quickly, remembering that Stodger believed it to be open. "Yes. I entered a bit timidly; all my assurance had somehow evaporated. Then then, before I had time to make another move, two hands seized me.
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