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"Now I guess we're better'n you," he exclaimed with a triumphant glance over at the little Whitneys, as he began to make the new shoes skip at a lively pace up and down the long room. "Oh, dear!" they both cried in great distress. "Now, papa, Jappy's going to be Joey's brother and he isn't anything but our old uncle! Make him be ours more, papa, do!" And then Polly sprang up. "Oh! oh deary me!"
"I believe that's him," said one of them, eagerly. "It sounded like his voice, but he wouldn't leave the Whitneys at this time of night when she's there." "He's too free with his tongue, anyway; we'll make him show up." "Say, you! hold on a minute. Do you know anything about Mont Sterry? We're looking for him." "I am Mont Sterry," was the defiant response. "What do you propose to do about it?"
I asked my way of a Mexican, and he showed me up to where the Whitneys that name will do as well as any lived, in a decent enough sort of bungalow, it would seem, above the gully. He left me there, and I went forward and rapped at the door. Light shone from between the cracks of a near-by shutter, and I could hear voices inside a man's voice mostly, hoarse and high-pitched.
He, as well as the other members of the set in which the Whitneys and Miss Grey belonged, had observed Captain Miller's attention to Kathleen, had noted the gradual thawing of her stiff manner to him as the weeks went on, and he believed that Miss Kiametia's questions were prompted by the affection she bore Kathleen.
"On the other hand," said Alexia, sending swift, bird-like glances around the supper room, "there are Van and Percy moping off by themselves as if they hadn't a friend in the world. What a pity; they used to be so lively at parties." Polly wrenched her gaze away from the astonishing sight on which it had been fixed, and following Alexia's glance, took a keen look over at the young Whitneys.
"Yes, ma'am," returned Hanny, with a glow of pleasure. Young people were still expected to say "Yes, sir," and "Yes, ma'am," to their elders, out of respect. "That does very well for one family, though the Whitneys seem to have a good share. Miss Delia is quite a success, I hear. And we always find Mr. Whitney very entertaining. Have you known them long?" "Oh, for years, seven almost.
"Search among the men and women who spent Wednesday night at the Whitneys', servants as well as guests." "Captain," in his earnestness Mitchell leaned across the table, "it is contrary to all records of crime that a man or woman will commit murder without motive...." "You forget homicidal maniacs." "True, but they do not belong in this category," protested Mitchell.
But the precaution was unnecessary, for Henry did not glance toward her as he hastened around the touring car and entered a near-by house. For some seconds Julie stood peering doubtfully in the direction he had gone. Why was Henry driving a car other than the Whitneys'? Had they, by chance, discharged him? Or was he up to some particular deviltry?
And on the morrow, the whole family, Kings, Whitneys, Fishers and Peppers, turned their backs on the gray stone mansion and went down to the city. And Alexia Rhys persuaded her aunt to do her semi-annual shopping at this time, and to take her too; and Mr. Alstyne also had business that necessitated his going, and Mr.
"That may be an accident, but such accidents are not common in this part of the world." His supposition was that it was the work of the rustlers, but he was mistaken. The building was similar to that occupied by the Whitneys, though somewhat smaller, and burned so fast that when he reached the spot it was a mass of blazing embers, with hardly a semblance of the original structure remaining.
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