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The sound reverberated through the empty house, filling the place with awful echoes, like those knocks at the gate of Macbeth's castle the night of Duncan's murder. Richard stood petrified for a second; then he hastily turned the key in the lock, and Mr. Taggett stepped into the scullery. The two men exchanged swift glances.
I wish to stop at my boarding-house on the way to Torrini's; it will not be out of our course." Mr. Taggett gave silent acquiescence to this. Richard opened the scullery door, and the two passed into the court. Neither spoke until they reached Lime Street. Mrs. Spooner herself answered Richard's ring, for he had purposely dispensed with the use of his pass-key. "I wanted to see you a moment, Mrs.
Then there was a moment of dead silence. Mr. Spooner saw that the matter, whatever it was, was settled. "You needn't wait, Janet!" she said, with a severe, mystified air. "We are greatly obliged to you, Mr. Spooner, not to mention Janet," said Richard; "and if Mr. Taggett has no questions to ask we will not detain you." Mrs. Spooner turned her small amiable orbs on Richard's companion.
He seemed merely a good-natured, intelligent devil; perhaps a little less devilish and a trifle more intelligent than the rest, but not otherwise different. Denyven, Peters, Dexter, Willson, and others in and out of the Slocum clique were Blake's sworn friends. In brief, Mr. Taggett had the amplest opportunities to prosecute his studies.
Taggett, who had been standing with his head half bowed, lifted it quickly as he asked the question, "Why did you withhold Lemuel Shackford's letter?" "It was never in my possession, Mr. Taggett," said Richard, starting. "That paper is something I cannot explain at present. I can hardly believe in its existence, though Mr.
He almost wished Margaret had something less of that ancestral confidence and obstinacy the lack of which in his own composition he had so often deplored. "We are not to speak of this to Richard," he said, after a protracted pause; "at least not until Mr. Taggett considers it best. I have pledged myself to something like that." "Has Richard been informed of Mr.
The quiet, evasive man of few words was now a loquacious talker, holding his own with the hardest hitters, and very skillful in giving offense to no one. "Whoever picks up Blake for a fool," Dexter remarked one night, "will put him down again." Not a shadow of suspicion followed Mr. Taggett in his various comings and goings.
She had dreaded this evening; it could scarcely pass without some mention of Mr. Taggett, and she had resolved not to speak of him. If Richard questioned her it would be very distressing. How could she tell Richard that Mr. Taggett accused him of the murder of his cousin, and that her own father half believed the accusation? No, she could never acknowledge that.
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.
Taggett spoke with such cold-blooded conviction that a chill crept over Mr. Slocum, in spite of him. "What is the nature of this evidence?" "Up to the present stage, purely circumstantial." "I can imagine that," said Mr. Slocum, with a slight smile. "But so conclusive as to require no collateral evidence.
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