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But I could see that you believed it, and to save her the shame of such an accusation and all that might follow from it, I oh, Mr. Trevitt, you do not think this possible! Do you know so little of the impulses of a mind, bewildered as mine has been by intolerable suffering?"
"I will go back to the house; I will see him in my own room," Mrs. Ocumpaugh suddenly announced to her greatly disturbed companion. "Mr. Trevitt will follow in a few minutes. I must have time to think to compose myself to decide " She was evidently thinking aloud.
Trevitt," she cried, as I rose to my feet with the corner of the rug in my hand, "what are you going to do?" She had run forward impetuously and was now standing close beside me inconveniently close. "I am going to raise this rug," I informed her. "That is, just at this corner. Pardon me, I shall have to ask you to move." "Certainly, of course," she stammered. "Oh, what is going to happen now?"
"He had traveled the world over and seen beautiful women everywhere; but there was something in Marion Allison which he had found in no other, and at the end of their first interview he determined to make her his wife. A man of impulses, but also a man of steady resolution, Mr. Trevitt. Perhaps you know this?" I bowed. "A strong man," I remarked. "And a romantic one.
All its resources will be devoted to this business and I hope to succeed, madam. If, as I suspect, you are on your way to Mrs. Ocumpaugh, please tell her that Robert Trevitt, of Trevitt and Jupp, hopes to succeed." "I will," she emphasized. Then stepping back to me in all the grace of her thrilling personality, she eagerly added: "If there is any information I can give, do not be afraid to ask me.
Rising, she thrust the papers into a cupboard, casting a scarcely perceptible glance at the clock as she did so. I took the hint and rose. Instantly she was all smiles. "You have forgotten something, Mr. Trevitt. Surely you do not intend to carry away with you my key to the bungalow." "I was thinking of it," I returned lightly. "I am not quite through with that key."
"Bob Trevitt," he exclaimed, but with a growl of displeasure I could hardly condemn under the circumstances. I hastened to push my advantage, for he was looking very threateningly toward the door which was swaying gently and in an inviting way to a man who if old, had more power in his arms than I had in my whole body. "Mr. Trevitt," I corrected; "and on a very important errand.
"What do you make of all this, Mr. Trevitt?" I replied as directly as the circumstances demanded. "Madam, it is a startling answer to the question you put me before we first left your house. You asked then if the child in the wagon was Gwendolen. How could it have been she with this evidence before us of her having been concealed here at the very time that wagon was being driven away from "
God grant but what can any old letter have to do with the agonizing question before us? I am not strong, Mr. Trevitt I am suffering do not confuse and burden me, I pray " "Pardon, I am not saying one unnecessary word. These old sheets a secret from the family did not come from this house. Whence, then, did they come into Mrs. Carew's possession?
"Possibly they are," I remarked, letting him go as I caught sight of a small boy coming up the road with several telegrams in his hand. "Is one of those directed to Robert Trevitt?" I asked, crowding up with the rest, as his small form was allowed to slip through the gate. "Spec's there is," he replied, looking them over and handing me one. I carried it to one side and hastily tore it open.
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