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He had just had the Italian up and had sacked him on the spot, without wages or character had threatened to have him arrested if he was ever caught prowling about Wrenfield. 'By God, and I'll do it I'll write to Washington I'll have the pauper scoundrel deported!
At this point in his narrative Granice stood up, and went to lean against the mantel-piece, looking down at Ascham, who had not moved from his seat, or changed his attitude of rigid fascinated attention. "Then came the summer when we went to Wrenfield to be near old Lenman my mother's cousin, as you know. Some of the family always mounted guard over him generally a niece or so.
"It was simple enough, as you'll see. From the day the old man said to me, 'Those Italians would murder you for a quarter, I dropped everything and just worked at my scheme. It struck me at once that I must find a way of getting to Wrenfield and back in a night and that led to the idea of a motor. A motor that never occurred to you? You wonder where I got the money, I suppose.
I knew your night habits pretty well at that time, remember. You were very seldom out late. Didn't the change in your ways surprise her?" "No; because she was away at the time. She went to pay several visits in the country soon after we came back from Wrenfield, and was only in town for a night or two before before I did the job." "And that night she went to bed early with a headache?"
It was a nuisance for me, of course, for Wrenfield is two hours from town; but my mother, who was a slave to family observances, had always been good to the old man, so it was natural we should be called on and there was the saving of rent and the good air for Kate. So we went. "You never knew Joseph Lenman?
He had miles of it at Wrenfield his big kitchen-garden was surrounded by blinking battalions of green-houses. And in nearly all of them melons were grown early melons and late, French, English, domestic dwarf melons and monsters: every shape, colour and variety. They were petted and nursed like children a staff of trained attendants waited on them.
"It was simple enough, as you'll see. From the day the old man said to me, 'Those Italians would murder you for a quarter, I dropped everything and just worked at my scheme. It struck me at once that I must find a way of getting to Wrenfield and back in a night and that led to the idea of a motor. A motor that never occurred to you? You wonder where I got the money, I suppose.
But when they looked round to ask him for the explanation he was gone gone clean out of sight. He had been 'warned' to leave Wrenfield, and he had taken the warning so to heart that no one ever laid eyes on him again." Granice paused. He had dropped into a chair opposite the lawyer's, and he sat for a moment, his head thrown back, looking about the familiar room.
The house-keeper had just telephoned her all Wrenfield was in a flutter. The doctor himself had picked out the melon, one of the little French ones that are hardly bigger than a large tomato and the patient was to eat it at his breakfast the next morning. "In a flash I saw my chance. It was a bare chance, no more.
At this point in his narrative Granice stood up, and went to lean against the mantel-piece, looking down at Ascham, who had not moved from his seat, or changed his attitude of rigid fascinated attention. "Then came the summer when we went to Wrenfield to be near old Lenman my mother's cousin, as you know. Some of the family always mounted guard over him generally a niece or so.
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