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Updated: June 29, 2025
It is a lonely piece of road. There is no one to tell him. The mare shows a preference for the turn to the right. Why? Because it leads to Tarrytown, her former home, and a good master. André lets her have her way. She hurries on, for she knows where there is food and drink and gentle hands. So a leg of the mighty hazard has been safely won by the mare Nancy.
The talk ran to the imposture recently attempted by young Mr. Herdling, who claimed that the dead body found at Tarrytown was that of his wife. "A very touching fake," said Max. "Yes; thanks to the skill of the reporters who wrote up his story," cried Breffny. "We visited many morgues in search of her, Louise and I," said I, quoting the most effective passage of the narrative.
It is Saturday night; the swell of the Hudson lazily heaves against the shores of Tappan Zee, the cliff above Tarrytown where the white lady cries on winter nights is pale in starlight, and crickets chirp in the boskage. It is so still that the lap of oars can be heard coming across the water at least a mile away.
While these fellows were daring thieves, they occasionally got the worst of it, even in the encounters with the farmers, as on the Neperan, near Tarrytown, where the Cowboys chased a woman to death, but were afterward cut to pieces by the enraged neighbors.
"No," she said, "it's just a little of everything I guess then Harry Calvert that was a shock, you see, and now his grandmother. I'm with her at the hospital every evening and then this war this futile bleeding horror." He could never, with her, keep his tone as level as his manner. "Lilly," he burst out, "drop it all for a couple of weeks. You and the youngster come out to the place in Tarrytown.
Again I was brought, in this analysis of the mystery, to Werner. One other point remained the identity of the nocturnal visitor to Tarrytown. In connection with that I remembered the remark of Marilyn. Werner was acting as he always acted when he was out late the night before, she had said.
My sister Pauline moved in last week. I want you to be our first guest. It's spring, Lilly " It was his first mention to her of the recent purchase of a one-hundred-acre estate at Tarrytown, although in her capacity of notary public she had officiated at the drawing up of certain papers and deed. Blue prints of plans had passed through her hands.
She was not seemingly depressed, or at least, not noticeably so, and yet there was a gravity about her which indicated that a marked impression of some kind had been made upon her soul. She looked at him with wide frank eyes as she came out to him purposely to tell him that she was going with her mother and some friends to Tarrytown for the day. "I have to go," she said.
She attracted him but, as she herself told Anthony, he had decided that she was frivolous and was afraid to approve of her. Five days! A dancing platform was being erected on the lawn at Tarrytown. Four days! A special train was chartered to convey the guests to and from New York. Three days!
There were none of the criminal's earmarks noticeable at Tarrytown or in the banquet scene." "How do you mean, Walter?" For once Kennedy regarded me seriously. "Why, you pointed out yourself that this unknown was exceptionally clever. The attempt on Shirley, if it were an attempt, was not clever at all." "Why?" "Why?" I was a little sarcastic, because I was sure of myself.
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