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But the girl did not immediately answer. It seemed that something moved her deeply. "Was it Professor Ruggles?" questioned Harry, in order to help the young girl out. "No," she said. "Who then?" "Harper Elliston!" A grave look chased the smile from the face of Harry Bernard. The girl's announcement seemed to prove a revelation to him, even as it did to Dyke Darrel.
"A New York train?" "I am not sure. I see so many people, you know. You might inquire at the ticket office." Dyke Darrel did so. No ticket for New York had been sold that morning. Then the policeman said that it was possible he might have been mistaken as to the time. It might have been on the previous day he saw the man and his invalid sister.
"Sor," said Darrel, thoughtfully, "I can give thee much o' me love but little o' me time. Nay, there'd be trouble among the clocks. I'd be ashamed to look them in the face. Nay, I thank thee, but I must mind the clocks." The great player smiled with amusement. "Then," said he, "I shall have to come and see you play your part. Till then, sir, God give you happiness."
Calmly the scheming villain sat and puffed at his cigar until it was more than half consumed, then he tossed the stump through the open window, and once more he passed into the other car. When he gained the seat he had lately occupied, he could not suppress a cry of startled wonder. He had left Nell Darrel there not more than twenty minutes since, drugged into complete insensibility.
"I'm much obliged, but I couldn't come before the fall term," said Trove. "I'll try to keep the place for you," said his friend, as they parted. Trove came slowly down the street, thinking how happy he could be now, if Darrel were free and Polly had only trusted him. Near the Sign of the Dial he met Thurston Tilly. "Back again?" Trove inquired. "Back again. Boss gi'n up farmin'."
"This man Vander no doubt murdered Captain Osborne." "I am led to think so myself," said Dyke Darrel. "He also jilted the Captain's daughter, if no worse, and the two sorrows turned the poor girl's brain. It is a sad and terrible case. I feel deeply interested, and hope to see the scoundrel who looks like me brought to justice." "I am glad to hear you say so." "Furthermore I have another idea."
So it would seem that even the Professor did not fully comprehend the depth of Mrs. Scarlet's vindictiveness toward Dyke Darrel. It was Professor Darlington Ruggles who penned the letter to Nell Darrel that sent the unsuspecting girl to Chicago to meet her brother.
Removed from the clergyman's influence, he made confession that his possessions were pretended. Darrel, he declared, had taught him how to pretend. The matter had now gained wide notoriety and was taken up by the Anglican church. The archdeacon of Derby reported the affair to his superiors, and the Archbishop of York appointed a commission to examine into the case.
"Ye'd have need o' more," the tinker answered. Trove and Darrel walked to the clearing above Faraway. At a corner on the high hills, where northward they could see smoke and spire of distant villages, each took his way, one leading to Hillsborough, the other to Allen's. "Good-by; an' when I return I hope to bear the rest o' thy tale," said Darrel, as they parted.
Darrel put his hand upon the boy's shoulder, surveying him from head to foot. "But, marry," he added, "'tis a mighty thigh an' a broad back." "Have you seen my father?" "Yes." There was a moment of silence, and Trove began to change colour. "And what did he say?" "That he will bear his burden alone." Then, for a moment, silence and the ticking of the clocks.
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