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Updated: July 6, 2025
"Don't interrupt," scowled Jernyngham. "This is rather deep for you, but I'll try to explain. If you want to get on in the old country, you must conform to the standard; though you can do what you like at times and places where people of your proper circle aren't supposed to see you. I didn't recognize the benefits of the system then and I suffered for it."
I've been trying hard to remember all day and it may come back." He got up and Curtis walked to the door with him. "Frost's keeping pretty keen," he remarked. Prescott drove away, and the corporal was smoking near the stove when Stanton came in. "You look as if you'd been studying the Jernyngham case," he said. "I'll allow it's enough to get on your nerves."
The risk he ran in remaining until he had completed them was grave, but there was a vein of dogged persistency in him and he would not go before he was ready. He had, however, other matters to think of. Miss Jernyngham had turned against him; after the confidence she had expressed, he could not understand why she had done so.
"They're as good as anybody's I've come across yet." "Well, you searched the bluff several times in daylight and didn't see those clothes. Jernyngham comes along when it is getting dark and finds them. How do you account for that?" "I've quit guessing; I'll leave the thing to you.
Jernyngham got up on the horse instead and led the last charge, when we whipped them across the track." "Where's the Protestant Old Guard now?" "Some of it's in Clayton's surgery; rest's gone home. When it looked as if the stores would be wrecked, Reeve Marvin butted in.
His face was worn and had set into a fixed, harsh expression, but his manner conveyed a hint of eagerness; of late it had suggested that he was continually expecting something. "I drove over to give Leslie a message," the newcomer continued. "I guess you have heard that Prescott's back." Jernyngham started and dropped the paper. "Prescott back? You must be mistaken!" "No, sir!
We might get him sent up for fraud and forgery, but if he had anything to do with knocking Jernyngham out, he'll be more likely to give us a clue of some kind while he's at large." They rode on and reaching Wandle's farm searched the house carefully, replacing everything exactly as they found it. They discovered nothing of importance, but as they went out Curtis glanced at the ash and refuse heap.
He had reached the shadow of a poplar bluff when he heard hurried footsteps and a man with a hot face came into sight. "I'm going across your place to save time; I want my horse," he explained hastily. "Curtis, the policeman, has ridden in to the settlement and told me to go up and search a muskeg near the north trail with Stanton. Somebody's killed Jernyngham and hidden him there."
However, I've come to ask if you can throw any light on the matter? You and Jernyngham were partners, in a way, weren't you?" "That's so. Now and then we bought implements and horses, or hired a tractor plow, between us. As a matter of fact, Jernyngham owed me about five hundred dollars. Anyhow, I'm as puzzled about the thing as you must be." "Then you think we're puzzled?"
"I heard at the hotel he'd asked you to look after his place, given you a share in the crop." "He did. I'd some words with Wandle about the matter this morning; Jernyngham warned me he might pretend he had a claim. However, that's not to the purpose; somehow I feel convinced he'll turn up again. What motive could any one have for killing him?
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