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It was the one unpardonable crime in Henson's decalogue, the one thing Merritt could not forgive. Henson's time was come. He did not need anyone to tell him that. Unless something in the nature of a miracle happened, he was a dead man in a few moments; and life had never seemed quite so sweet as it tasted at the present time. "You gave me away for no reason at all," Merritt went on.
Van Sneck seemed to be greatly pleased with it. He said he was going to make an evening call late that night that would cook Henson's goose. And he was what you call gassy about it: said he had told Henson plump and plain what he was going to do, and that he was not afraid of Henson or any man breathing." Chris asked no further questions for the moment. The track was getting clearer.
But Mr. Henson's "once for all" has not the force of a Papal decree. It is simply a bit of rhetorical emphasis, like a flourish to a signature. Does he mean to say that the author of the Mosaic Law was not the same God who speaks to us in the New Testament?
Now note where Henson's diabolical cunning comes in. The same night Van Sneck is found half murdered in Mr. Steel's house, and in his pocket is the receipt for the very cigar-case that Mr. Steel claimed as his own property." "Very awkward for Steel," Rawlins said, thoughtfully. "Of course it was. And why was it done? So that we should be forced to come forward and exonerate Mr. Steel from blame.
She shall be drawn by four black horses to Churchfield in the dead of the night, and there laid in the family vault." "Mrs. Henson's residence," Enid explained, in a whisper. "It is some fifteen miles away. She has made up her mind that my sister shall be taken away as she says to-morrow night. Is this paper all that is necessary for the you understand?
Littimer responded to it as a cowed hound does to a sudden yet not quite unexpected lash from a huntsman's whip. His manliness was of small account where Henson was concerned. For years he had come to heel like this. Yet the question startled him and took him entirely by surprise. "He was looking for the lost Rembrandt." But Littimer's surprise was as nothing to Henson's amazement.
It was hot in there, and gradually the brown powder grimed like a film over Henson's oily skin. At the head of the table Margaret Henson sat like a woman in a dream. Ever, ever her dark eyes seemed to be looking eagerly around. Thirsty men seeking precious water in a desert might have looked like her. Ever and anon her lips moved, but no sound came from them.
Aunt, I must go out; and that man must know nothing about it. He is by the window in the small library now, watching watching. Help me, for the love of Heaven, help me." The girl spoke with a fervency and passion that seemed to waken a responsive chord in Margaret Henson's breast. A brighter gleam crept into her eyes. "You are a dear girl," she said, dreamily; "yes, a dear girl.
Did you ever see that man when he is really angry?" "He is not pretty then," Rawlins said. "Pretty! He is murder personified. Kindly try to imagine his feelings when he discovers he has been deceived. Mind you, this is only a theory of mine, but I feel certain that it will prove correct. Henson's last hope is snatched away from him.
And an answer came back." "An answer from Mr. Steel?" "Purporting to be an answer from Mr. Steel. A very clever forgery, as a matter of fact. Of course that forgery was Henson's work, because we know that Henson coolly ordered notepaper in Mr. Steel's name. He forgot to pay the bill, and that is how the thing came out. Besides, the little wad of papers on which the forgery was written is in Mr.
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