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The other man broke in. "He says to me that he was goin' to Rogerses'." "Rogerses'? Where's that?" "Rogerses' Island," said the hotel man, "'bout three miles t'other side of Bailey's Harbor." One of the men now came in from the piazza, and after much questioning we found out all they knew. Captain Bannister had arrived in Lanesport sometime the latter part of the afternoon.
"Well," said Ruth, "it began when Aunt Lora took me to his studio." "Yes, I heard that it was she who set the whole thing going. She is a friend of this fellow-what is his name?" "Kirk Winfield. Yes, she seemed to know him quite well." "And then?" In spite of her anxiety, Ruth smiled. "Well, that's all," she said. "I just fell in love with him." Mr. Bannister nodded.
Miss Bannister, who well knew her brother's habits, agreed to the old lady's suggestion, and it was well she did so, for when she got home, Herbert declared that he had been puzzling his mind to devise a plan for sending for his sister and the broken buggy on the same afternoon. As for going himself, it was impossible.
In the library room of the Hall, across from the dining-chamber, and at the foot of the great staircase, on the bannister of which you may still see the marks of Joseph Brant's hatchet, we men had a long talk in the afternoon. I recall but indifferently the lesser topics of conversation.
Admiral Meredith was as different from Judge Bannister in his mental equipment as he was in physical appearance. He was a short little man, who walked with a sailor's swing, and who laughed like a fog-horn. He had ruddy cheeks, and the manners of a Chesterfield.
They're going to rustle us some white men's clothes, too, but we cayn't wear them till we get out of town on account of showing our handsome faces." "What about horses?" "Denver is rustling some for us. Y'u better be scribbling your billy-doo to the girl y'u leave behind y'u, seh." "Haven't y'u got one to scribble?" Bannister retorted. "Seems to me y'u better get busy, too."
It had been Helen Messiter's daily custom either to take a ride on her pony or a spin in her motor car, but since Bannister had been quartered at the Lazy D her time had been so fully occupied that she had given this up for the present. The arrival of Nora Darling, however, took so much work off her hands that she began to continue her rides and drives.
"Condition number one, then," he observed, "is now agreed upon. We proceed to condition number two. Mrs. Delaporte, Captain Bannister, and Mr. Cheape," he went on earnestly, "I have been guilty of an indiscretion the proof of which is in your hands.
"The first page on the floor, the second in the window, the third where you left it," said he. "Exactly, Mr. Holmes. You amaze me. How could you possibly know that?" "Pray continue your very interesting statement." "For an instant I imagined that Bannister had taken the unpardonable liberty of examining my papers.
"Still there might have been another man there singing." "One chance in a million," he conceded. A sudden hope flamed up like tow in her heart. Perhaps, after all, Ned Bannister was not the leader of the outlaws. Perhaps somebody else was masquerading in his name, using Bannister's unpopularity as a shield to cover his iniquities. Still, this was an unlikely hypothesis, she had to admit.
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