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Hester was thinking of these matters while Helen and Robert were talking. She had been sitting with her eyes upon the floor, listening in a half abstracted fashion. She raised her eyes suddenly to find Robert Vail's eyes fixed on her in scrutiny. Her cheeks grew crimson and she looked away. "I beg pardon," cried the young man, "I seem destined to annoy you with my rudeness.
He strove to keep the wolf from the door by giving lessons in painting and by practising the new art of daguerreotypy, and, in the mean time, he employed every spare moment in improving and still further simplifying his invention. He heard occasionally from his associates. The following sentences are from a letter of Alfred Vail's, dated Philadelphia, January 13, 1840: Friend S.F.B. Morse,
Turner was in a dangerous mood; he had quarreled with the captain and was quarreling with Mr. Vail." "Did you know the arrangement of rooms in the after house? How the people slept?" "In a general way." "What do you mean by that?" "I knew Mr. Vail's room and Miss Lee's." "Did you know where the maids slept?" "Yes." "You have testified that you were locked in. Was the key kept in the lock?" "Yes."
This "grand telephonic system" which had no existence thirty years ago, except in the imagination of Vail, seems to be at hand. The very newsboys in the streets are crying it. And while there is, of course, no exact blueprint of a best possible telephone system, we can now see the general outlines of Vail's plan. There is nothing mysterious or ominous in this plan.
Poor Vail's clothing, as he had taken it off the night before, hung on a mahogany stand beside the bed, and above, almost concealed by his coat, was the bell. Jones's eyes were fixed on the darkish smear, over and around the bell, on the white paint. I measured the height of the bell from the bed.
It was the first time they had all been on deck together since the night of the 11th. It was a different crowd of people that sat there, looking over the rail and speaking in monosyllables: no bridge, no glasses clinking with ice, no elaborate toilets and carefully dressed hair, no flash of jewels, no light laughter following one of poor Vail's sallies.
It had all been accomplished so suddenly that I felt confused, uncertain as to what I had best do. Only the feel of those bills in my pocket seemed real, and made me fully aware that I was pledged to the service. Neale stepped into the hall, and I followed him. The entry way was in darkness, and the man went to the side door without switching on the light. "Is this Mr. Vail's house?"
Prolonged patent litigation followed, and after a bitter legal struggle the Western Union officials became convinced of two things: one, that the Bell company, under Vail's leadership, would not surrender; second, that Bell was the original inventor of the telephone and that his patent was valid.
"Were the connecting doors between your room and Mr. Vail's generally locked at night?" "Yes. Not always." "Were they locked on this particular night?" "I don't remember." "When did you see Mr. Vail last?" "At midnight, or about that. I I was not well. He went with me to my room." "What were your relations with Mr. Vail?" "We were old friends." "Did you hear any sound in Mr.
Vail's and through the bathroom. Mr. Turner was in bed, fully dressed. I could not rouse him. Like the mate, he had been drinking. The mate had roused the crew, and they gathered in the chart-room. I told them what had happened, and that the murderer must be among us. I suggested that they stay together, and that they submit to being searched for weapons.
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