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Can you wonder at it?" "I do not wonder." "Give me those papers you speak of, Mr. Taggett. I would like to look through them. I see that you are a very obstinate person when you have once got a notion into your head. Perhaps I can help you out of your error before it is irreparable." Then, after hesitating a second, Mr. Slocum added, "I may speak of this to my daughter?
Taggett had meditated his line of action, and had decided that the most merciful course was brusquely to charge young Shackford with the crime, and allow Mr. Slocum to sustain himself for a while with the indignant disbelief which would be natural to him, situated as he was. He would then in a manner be prepared for the revelations which, if suddenly presented, would crush him. If Mr.
A better man than Torrini would have spent some of it," added Father O'Meara, waving a sort of benediction in the direction of the bed. Richard did not speak for a moment or two. The wretchedness and grimness of it all smote him to the heart. When he looked up Mr. Taggett was gone, and the priest was gently drawing the coverlet over Torrini's face.
Was near going with him. Old man Shackford never liked Dick, who was a proud beggar; they couldn't pull together, down to the last, both of a piece. They had a jolly rumpus a little while before the old man was fixed. Mr. Taggett pricked up his ears at this. A rumpus? How did Durgin know that? A girl told him. What girl? A girl he was sweet on. What was her name?
It was manifest that Mr. Taggett meant to go to the bottom of things. The bar-room of the Stillwater hotel was a center of interest these nights; not only the bar-room proper, but the adjoining apartment, where the more exclusive guests took their seltzer-water and looked over the metropolitan newspapers. Twice a week a social club met here, having among its members Mr.
Ten minutes afterwards a message in cipher was pulsing along the wires to New York, and before the sun went down that evening Richard Shackford was under the surveillance of the police. The doubtful, unknown ground upon which Mr. Taggett had been floundering was now firm under his feet, unexpected ground, but solid. Meeting Mary Hennessey in the street, on his way to the marble yard, Mr.
With Richard's latent ire was mingled a feeling of profound gratitude. "The Lord was on my side," he said presently. "He was on your side, as you remark; and when the Lord is on a man's side a detective necessarily comes out second best." "Really, Mr. Taggett," said Richard, smiling, "that is a handsome admission on your part."
He shut the note in a book lying openly on the table, a dictionary, to which any one in the household was likely to go. You think Mr. Taggett a person of great acuteness." "He is a very intelligent person, Margaret." "He appears to me very short-sighted. If Richard were the dreadful man Mr. Taggett supposes, that paper would have been burnt, and not left for the first comer to pick up.
Several of these facts were not new to Mr. Taggett, but Mr. Wollaston's presentation of them threw Mr. Taggett into a reverie. The next evening he got Durgin alone in a corner of the bar-room. With two or three potations Durgin became autobiographical. Was he acquainted with Mr. Shackford outside the yard? Rather. Dick Shackford? Went to school with him, and knew all about his running off to sea.
In order to take it he had only to reach out his hand in passing. It was, as Mr. Taggett had instantly surmised, the key of Richard's workshop. If it had been gold, instead of brass or iron, that bit of metal would have taken no additional value in Mr. Taggett's eyes. On leaving Mrs.
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