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Near this lay an envelope printed with the name of a Navarino hotel. There was nothing to show that Wandle had noticed them he stood some distance off on the opposite side of the table but Prescott was too eager in gathering them up. Opening the catalogue, he read out a description of the cultivator and the price.
Sit down and take a smoke while I put them in." Prescott could not object to this. He lighted his pipe when Wandle left him. He heard the door shut and the horses being led away, for the stable stood at some little distance from the house, and after that no further sound reached him. Mastering his impatience, he began to consider what he would best do when Wandle had given him the list.
Well, he didn't get home, and Svendsen, who'd been to Harper's this morning, found Wandle gone and three of his horses missing. Then he found out from Watson, who stayed at the hotel last night, that Curtis rode in on a played-out horse before it was light, and kept the night operator busy for a while with the wires. Seems to me the thing has a curious look." For a moment or two nobody spoke.
During the next week, Wandle watched the weather, which continued fine after a few snow showers. A heavy fall might hide the clothes until spring, but he could think of no means of leading up to their discovery. To give the police a hint would fix their suspicions on himself, and he wondered how one could be conveyed to them indirectly. Chance provided him with an opportunity.
He spent the night in a tense struggle to keep awake, and when Prescott got up at dawn the trooper's face was haggard and his eyes half closed, but he was still on guard. After breakfast, they borrowed a saddle for Wandle and set out on the return journey, meeting Curtis, who had ridden from the railroad, at the first settlement they reached.
She meanwhile watched Marcella except through the encounter with Lord Wandle, which she did not see and found some real pleasure in talking both to Aldous and to Hallin.
"I've had some," he answered. "I want a few minutes' talk." Then he motioned to his companion. "Hitch the horses, Stanton, and come in when you're ready." They entered the house, followed presently by the trooper, and Wandle lighted his pipe. He felt more at ease with it in his hand and he suspected that he would need all his collectedness. "Well," he said, "what's the trouble?"
It isn't quite so easy being a policeman as folks seem to think. Now we'll ride along and call on the hardware man." They mounted and soon afterward saw a buggy emerge from the short pines on the crest of a distant rise, whereupon Curtis rode hard for a poplar bluff, which he kept between himself and the vehicle. "Looks like Wandle coming back," he said to Stanton, who had followed him.
"I'll think of it," Gertrude replied coldly; but Wandle knew that she would do as he had suggested. He said nothing further until they had crossed another rise or two, when he stopped and pointed to a bluff not far away. "When you make those trees you'll strike the trail and it's pretty well beaten. It will take you straight in to Leslie's." Gertrude thanked him and drove on.
He knew nothing of Prescott's interview with Curtis or the reason for his visit to Wandle on the night of the latter's flight; the discovery of the brown clothes occupied the most prominent place in his mind, and convinced him of Prescott's guilt. Then he began to consider how he could best bring pressure to bear on the administration in Ottawa.
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