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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?"
One day, about three weeks later, Granice, on getting home, found Kate excited over a report from Wrenfield. The Italian had been there again had somehow slipped into the house, made his way up to the library, and "used threatening language." The house-keeper found cousin Joseph gasping, the whites of his eyes showing "something awful."
I had a lively cousin who had put me up to that dodge, and I looked about till I found a queer hole where they took in my car like a baby in a foundling asylum... Then I practiced running to Wrenfield and back in a night. I knew the way pretty well, for I'd done it often with the same lively cousin and in the small hours, too.
Then away again it was just eleven-thirty when I got to Wrenfield. "I left the car in a dark lane behind the Lenman place, and slipped through the kitchen-garden. The melon-houses winked at me through the dark I remember thinking that they knew what I wanted to know.... By the stable a dog came out growling but he nosed me out, jumped on me, and went back... The house was as dark as the grave.
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.
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?
Then away again it was just eleven-thirty when I got to Wrenfield. "I left the car in a dark lane behind the Lenman place, and slipped through the kitchen-garden. The melon-houses winked at me through the dark I remember thinking that they knew what I wanted to know. ... By the stable a dog came out growling but he nosed me out, jumped on me, and went back... The house was as dark as the grave.
I had a lively cousin who had put me up to that dodge, and I looked about till I found a queer hole where they took in my car like a baby in a foundling asylum... Then I practiced running to Wrenfield and back in a night. I knew the way pretty well, for I'd done it often with the same lively cousin and in the small hours, too.
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!
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.
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