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He never flattered. Perhaps, too, it was just as well, for Christopher received that noon all the adulation that was good for him. Corrigan, the big inspector, clapped him on the shoulders, calling him a little general; and Davis almost wrung his hand off. Even the silent Mr. Norcross announced he was a son to be proud of. As for Mr.
Norcross," he said, "I came here to-night to take away this girl, whom I intend to marry, and I'm excited. Now listen Annette, I want you to listen also. Keep your mind upon me alone, dear, and remember I told you not to be frightened. This girl is ward of that she-devil there. Since her childhood, Mrs. Markham has been hypnotizing her for her own purposes.
"More likely he has decided New York is too hot for him and has left town for pastures new." "He may be lying low," asserted the habitually silent Mr. Norcross. "Possibly." Nevertheless, despite his acquiescence, Mr.
They had moved slowly back toward the others, and as Wayland came to meet them Norcross said, with dry humor: "I admire your lady of the cinch hand. She seems to be a person of singular good nature and most uncommon shrewd " Wayland, interrupting, caught at his father's hand and wrung it frenziedly. "I'm glad " "Here! Here!" A look of pain covered the father's face.
"It is your turn, Madame," he said. "I lose gracefully," answered Mrs. Markham, "yet if Mr. Norcross will think very carefully, he may realize that I am not all a loser." Rosalie crossed the room to Dr. Blake. "Here, you take this thing," she said, extending the revolver, "it makes me nervous, an' I told you at the start there wasn't no use of it."
For five minutes he sat so, until the chauffeur, who had been throwing nervous backward glances through the limousine windows, asked: "I beg your pardon, sir, did you say 'home'?" "Yes, home," responded Norcross. And even on those words, his voice broke again. Mrs. Markham stood beside the table, hardly moving, until she knew by whir and horn that the Norcross automobile was gone.
He paused a moment, then resumed with weary infliction: "Mrs. Norcross has always been delicate, and all her children even her son take after her. I've maintained a private and very expensive hospital for nearly thirty years." This regretful note in his father's voice gave Wayland confidence. His spirits rose. "Come, let's adjourn to the parlor and talk things over at our ease."
It might be a trap; again, a fellow-creature might be at death's door. Will rode a bit nearer the cabin entrance. "Who's there?" he called. "Come in, for the love of God! I am dying here alone!" was the reply. "Who are you?" "Ed Norcross." Will jumped from his horse. This was the man at whom he had fired. He entered the cabin. "What is the matter?" he asked.
Markham is playin' fake materializing with old Norcross as a dope, what does it come to? Obtainin' money, an' big money, under false pretenses! That's enough to put her behind the bars. So what risk do you take even if you are caught? She'll be more anxious than you to keep it away from the papers and the police. And Norcross! He'll break his collar-bone to shut it up!"
Markham spoke from the piano stool: "I feel your influence, Helen. You are stronger every time, dear, because his love grows stronger. Come, dear come." A pillar of light glowed against the cabinet curtains. Norcross rose; Blake could catch a suggestion of his face and collar against the dark draperies.
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