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Wandsworth High Street twists and winds with the waywardness of a river. The first turn brought him to the old stone bridge over the Wandle. On the bridge before him, in the crook of the street, were the booths and stalls of the night market, lit by blazing naphtha, color heaped on color in a leaping, waving flare as of torches.
Wandle had bought it on a business visit to Brandon, which was a long way off, and the police could not have seen it when searching his house, because they had done so in his absence and when he left the farm to drive in to the settlement he had put on the clothes.
Marcella wavered; then, with her most forbidding air, she made a scarcely perceptible return of Lord Wandle's bow. "Did you escape in here out of the heat?" he asked her. "But I am afraid no one lets you escape to-night. The occasion is too interesting." Marcella made no reply. Lady Winterbourne threw in a nervous remark on the crowd. "Oh, yes, a great crush," said Lord Wandle.
Prescott was sensible of a burning desire to grapple with him and extort a confession by force, but there was a risk of the crude method defeating its object, and with strong self-denial he determined to set to work prudently. "I see you have just come in, and I'm anxious to get home, so I won't keep you more than a few minutes," he said. "How did you come?" Wandle asked. "I didn't hear a team."
It was the small items you wanted to charge Jernyngham with that I objected to, and I may have cut some of them down too hard. Suppose you write me out a list." "I can tell you them right away." "Put them down on paper; then we can figure them out more easily." "Don't know if I've any ink," said Wandle. "Haven't you a notebook in your wallet? You used to carry one."
Stanton will keep the trail by Long Lake." "Then I'll push right on by the Traverse. There's a ranch I should make by daylight where I might get a mount. I'm going to see the thing through." Curtis considered this. "Well," he said, "I guess you can't do much harm, and Wandle may not have gone by the lake after all.
Guess you don't know that we've been watching Wandle for some weeks, ready to corral him, and you start him off like this, without warning." "I'd reason to believe you were watching me," Prescott dryly rejoined. "Oh, well," said Curtis, "that's another matter.
"That man! no, that would really have been too much!" said Marcella, using her large feather fan with stormy energy. "What is the matter with you, my dear?" said Lady Winterbourne in her amazement; "and what is the matter with Lord Wandle?" "You must know!" said Marcella, indignantly. "Oh, you must have seen that case in the paper last week that shocking case!
A guilty man would have rushed his crop into the elevators and had his money ready to light out with. If Prescott pulls out suddenly, he'll have to leave his property behind." "The thing's between him and Wandle," Stanton persisted. "Looks like that. Anyway, as the Austrian's at the settlement, we'll have a good look round his homestead. It's possible that we'll find something."
The morning after he had been installed in office, and at the moment that he was making his breakfast from a prodigious earthen dish, filled with milk and Indian pudding, he was interrupted by the appearance of Wandle Schoonhoven, a very important old burgher of New Amsterdam, who complained bitterly of one Barent Bleecker, inasmuch as he refused to come to a settlement of accounts, seeing that there was a heavy balance in favor of the said Wandle.
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