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"How could I? I saw that case. I must be rude to him." Aldous looked considerably disturbed. "It was very bad," he said slowly. "I didn't know you had seen it. What shall I do? I promised to go back for him." "Lord Wandle Miss Boyce!" said Miss Raeburn's sharp little voice behind Aldous.
The Wandle is rather too suburban for some tastes, which prefer smaller trout, better air, and wilder scenery. To such spirits, Loch Awe may, with certain distinct cautions, be recommended. There is more chance for anglers, now, in Scotch lochs than in most Scotch rivers. The lochs cannot so easily be netted, lined, polluted, and otherwise made empty and ugly, like the Border streams.
He was closing with the rig and could see Wandle savagely lash his team; the trouble was that instead of riding to cut off the fugitive, in another few minutes he would be behind him, which was a very different thing. While he plied the quirt he saw the rig vanish among the trees close ahead.
There was a risk that somebody in Sebastian might remember how he was dressed, but, as he had been there only once or twice in the past few months, he did not think it was likely. The garments would have to be sacrificed, which was unfortunate, because clothing is dear in western Canada; but Wandle thought of a better means of getting rid of them, than destroying them.
Nerved by it, he got into the saddle and rode on, urging the Clydesdale savagely through the wood. Half an hour later he heard a measured drumming sound and Stanton's voice answered his hail. Then a horseman rode out of a gap in the trees and pulled up near him. "I suppose you have seen nothing of Wandle?" Prescott asked. "Not a sign," said Stanton shortly. "Have you?"
The subject was one exactly suited to Irving's genius, and he allowed his fancy to have free play about the picturesque personalities of Wouter Van Twiller, and Wandle Schoonhovon, and General Van Poffenburgh, in whose very names there is a comic suggestion. When it appeared, in 1809, it took the town by storm. Irving, indeed, had created a legend.
The point is that there's no evidence of collusion, but rather disagreement, between the two. Of course, we could arrest Wandle now." "Yes, sir. As soon as the agent identified him, we could prove forgery and falsification of the land sale record. He'd be safe in the guard-room or a penitentiary."
He was a poor diplomatist and erred in showing too keen a desire to secure a specimen of the other's handwriting, which is a delicate thing to press an unskilful forger for. Wandle was on his guard, though he carefully hid all sign of uneasiness.
His tone was respectful and, though he was a stranger, Gertrude could not resent the allusion to her troubles. She had generally found the western ranchers blunt. "Yes," she replied; "my father and I have had much to bear." Wandle made a gesture of sympathy. "The mystery's the worst it's easier to face a trouble one knows all about. What have the police been doing lately?"
Sir Humphry Davy mentions the Wandle in Surrey, as we have quoted; but he does not allude to the trout-fishing in the Mole, in the Vale of Leatherhead in the same county. There are in the course of the work a few expressions which make humanity shudder, and would drive a Pythagorean to madness, notwithstanding the ingenuity with which the author attempts to vindicate his favourite amusement.
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