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"I'm sure it sounds quite like him," said Mrs. Paynter, when her niece had finished. "And so Gardiner West walked around with you. I hope, my dear, you asked him in to supper? We have an exceptionally nice Porterhouse steak to-night. But I suppose he would scorn " The girl interrupted her, abolishing and demolishing such a thought. Mr.
He said it casually and even distantly enough, but it clearly suggested something to her mind; for, after a moment's thought, she nodded and walked back, not toward the table, but apparently toward the house. Paynter looked after her with a momentary curiosity, and when he turned again the Squire had vanished into the hole in the wood.
"Well," said Paynter, with his ready appreciation, "I always said you were a remarkable man; and that's certainly a remarkable idea." "Do I understand," asked the poet, kicking his heels on the cobbles, "that both you gentlemen have been kindly directing me toward the gallows?" "No," said Paynter thoughtfully.
Two others, Paynter and Ashworth, attacked the apples, rendered desperate by thirst. Saddlebank repelled them furiously. He harangued those who might care to listen. 'You fellows, by George! you shall eat the goose, I tell you. You've spoilt everything, and I tell you, whether you like it or not, you shall have apples with it, and sage and onions too. I don't ask for thanks.
By the time the sun was high in heaven Ashe the lawyer, turning to the others, spoke abruptly and to the point. "Shall we go into the wood now?" asked Paynter, and almost seemed to hesitate. "I will go in," said Treherne simply. Then, drawing up his dark head in answer to their glances, he added: "No, do not trouble yourselves. It is never the believer who is afraid."
"Enough for a whole platform of doctors," said Sharlee, critically reviewing the spread. "Thank you, Emma." She took the tray in both hands and pushed open the swing-doors with her side, thus making her ingress to the dining-room in a sort of crab-fashion. Mrs. Paynter was gone. Mr. Queed sat alone in the dining-room. His book lay open on the table and he was humped over it, hand in his hair.
But you" addressing the factitious landscape painter "must go up at once and rig up that easel of yours near the table and be ready. We will follow quietly, and come up behind the tree. We must be careful, for it's clear he's got wind of us, or he wouldn't be doing a bolt." "I don't like this job," remarked Paynter, as they mounted toward the park and garden, the detective darting on ahead.
"Two an' mebby three in Oakdale last night," said Willie Case more glibly now that a chance for disseminating gossip momentarily outweighed his own fears. "Reginald Paynter was murdered an' ol' man Baggs an' Abigail Prim's missin'. Like es not she's been murdered too, though they do say as she had a hand in it, bein' seen with Paynter an' The Oskaloosie Kid jest afore the murder."
Wait! be stealthy and wait! If he doesn't come out of hiding to-night, I'll return for him to-morrow. I'll keep on coming, night after night, night after night, n Some one's knocking ". "Come in," said Mrs. Paynter, looking up. The door leading into the hail opened, and the man himself stood upon the threshold, looking at them absently. "May I have some supper, Mrs. Paynter?
As the boy's tale reached the ears of the three hidden in the underbrush Bridge glanced quickly at his companions. He saw the boy's horror-stricken expression follow the announcement of the name of the murdered Paynter, and he saw the girl flush crimson. Without urging, Willie Case proceeded with his story.
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