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In fact it never left me. It was still on my person when I went into the room with Mr. Delahunt. But the safe had been opened for all that." "There were two keys to it, then?" "No; in giving me the key, my brother had strictly warned me not to lose it, as it had no duplicate." "Mrs. Quintard, have you a special confidant or maid?" "Yes, my Hetty." "How much did she know about this key?"
"You have already worked here busily in the search you made this morning." "We handled everything." "Did you go through these pamphlets?" "We shook open each one. We were especially particular here, since it was at this table I saw Mrs. Quintard stop." "With head level or drooped?" "Drooped." "Like one looking down, rather than up, or around?" "Yes. A ray of red light shone on her sleeve.
To Violet waiting alone in the library, they acted as a summons. She was just leaving the room, when the sound of hubbub in the hall below held her motionless in the doorway. An automobile had stopped in front, and several persons were entering the house, in a gay and unseemly fashion. As she stood listening, uncertain of her duty, she perceived the frenzied figure of Mrs. Quintard approaching.
His manner was adroit and plausible. Mrs. Ferris hesitated. The stranger's dress and bearing was that of a gentleman, and he could boast of his father's friendship with General Quintard. Any doubts she may have had she put aside. "Will you ride on with us to the Barony and meet my husband, Mr. ?" she paused. "Murrell Captain Murrell. Thank you; I should like to see the old place.
Saul. But the judge gave him no answer; absorbed and aloof he was staring down at the open pages of the book. "Found the entry?" repeated Mr. Saul. "Eh? what's that? No " he appeared to hesitate. "Who is this man Quintard?" The question cost him an effort, that was plain. "He's the owner of a hundred-thousand-acre tract in this and abutting counties," said Mr. Saul.
For a moment Mrs. De Peyster's horror was inarticulate. Then it began to regain its power of speech. "What you throw away Ethel Quintard for a little pianist! You compare a girl like like that to Ethel Quintard!" "Compare them? Not for one little minute, mother, dear! For Mary has brains and " "Stop!" exploded Mrs. De Peyster, in majestic rage.
"Well, that brings us to the third point." He drew a copy of the "Record" from his pocket and pointed to a paragraph. "Mother, this is the second time my engagement to Ethel Quintard has been in print. I must say that I don't think it's nice of Ethel and Mrs. Quintard to let those rumors stand. I would deny them myself, only it seems rather a raw thing for a fellow to do.
During the afternoon, while Clara stood by him, he sank into a doze, and from it passed into a deeper slumber and did not heed us any more. Through that peaceful spring afternoon the life-wave ebbed lower and lower. It was about half-past six, and the sun lay just on the horizon, when Dr. Quintard noticed that the breathing, which had gradually become more subdued, broke a little.
Brentwood's benefit shall be promptly forthcoming." "By Jove! that's decent," said Ormsby, heartily. "You are a friend worth having, Mr. Kent. But which 'inside' do you mean the railroad or the political?" "Oh, the railroad, of course. And while I think of it, my office will be in the Quintard Building; and you I suppose you will put up at the Wellington?" "For the present, we all shall.
And now" easily shifting his base "about this reported engagement of your son and Miss Quintard. As you know, it's the best 'romance in high life' story of the season. Will you either confirm or deny the report?" "I have nothing whatever to say," flamed out Mrs. De Peyster. "And will you leave this house instantly!" "Ah, Miss Quintard's mother would not deny it either," commented Mr.
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