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You've had more experience with women than I have. If you say the proper thing to do is to abduct Miss Whitford and take her with us, why " "That's whatever. She likes you a heap more than she lets on to you. O' course it would be different if I wasn't married, but Kitty she can chaperoon Miss Beatrice. It'll be all accordin' to Hoyle." The cattleman gazed at the puncher admiringly.
They both had the excuse. "Which way did the poor boy go?" she asked him. "I have not the slightest idea," he replied. "But put on your bonnet, if you would escape that pair of inquisitors." "Mr. Whitford, what humiliation!" "I suspect you do not feel it the most, and the end of it can't be remote," said he.
"Says he didn't meet Clay at all that he didn't show up. Dad, there's something wrong about it. Clary's in a panic about something. I'm going to see him, no matter whether he can leave his room or not." Whitford looked dubious. "I don't see " "Well, I do," his daughter cut him off decisively. "We're going to his rooms now. Why not? He says he's ill. All right.
'There was a scapegrace brother that ran away, and was heard of no more till he turned up, a wealthy man, ten or fifteen years ago, and bought what they call the Vintry Mill, some way on this side of Whitford. He has a business on a large scale; but Ward had as little intercourse with him as possible. A terrible old heathen. 'And the boy that was expelled for bullying Tom is in the business.
"And to think that the Fogers were in it all the while!" remarked Tom. "They certainly fooled us." "I'm not done with them yet," said Mr. Whitford. "I'm going to have another look at their house, and the gardener's home." "The Fogers were in dire straits, that's why they went in with the smugglers," explained Ned.
He had followed his father's advice, and took care not to disclose his evidence to the enemy, as he regarded the Whitford lawyer. He was very miserable, and it was as much for his sake as that of the immediate family, that Ethel rejoiced that the suspense was to be short.
"Oh, yes, I am a SORT of a detective," corrected Mr. Whitford. "And I'm a spy, too, in a way, for I've been spying on you, and some other parties in town. But you may be able to explain everything," he added, as he took a seat in the library between Ned and Tom. "I only know I was sent here to do certain work, and I'm going to do it.
"There's other kinds of grief beside being in stir. I've got this guy right." "Just what do you mean, Mr. Durand?" "I mean that he hired me to get Lindsay in bad with you and the girl. He was to be caught at the Omnium Club with a woman when the police raided the place, and it was to get into the papers." "I don't believe it," said Whitford promptly. "You will.
"I used to be as fond of birdsnesting as you are. I like brave boys, and I like you for wanting to enter the Royal Navy. Only, how can you if you do not learn? You must get the captains to pass you, you know. Somebody spoils you: Miss Dale or Mr. Whitford." "Do they?" sung out young Crossjay. "Sir Willoughby does?" "I don't know about spoil. I can come round him."
The rest of them is Radical England, as far as I am acquainted with that section of my country." Where we compared, they were absurd; where we contrasted, they were monstrous. The contrast of Vernon's letters with Willoughby's was just as extreme. You could hardly have taken them for relatives travelling together, or Vernon Whitford for a born and bred Englishman.
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