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Embury called to-day, with a pretty little fresh creature, his new wife, who hangs on his arm like a work-bag. He is Dr. Elliott's intimate friend, and spoke of him very warmly, and so did his wife, who says she has known him always, as they were born and brought up in the same village. I wonder he did not marry her himself, instead of leaving her for Dr. Embury! She says he, Dr.
Embury always called her 'Tiger'." "I don't wonder!" and Shane stared at Eunice, who had stepped back but who still stood, like a wild animal at bay, her eyes darting angry fire. "Now, Mrs, Embury, let's get down to business. Who's your lawyer? "I am," declared Alvord Hendricks. "I am her counsel. I represent Mrs, Embury. Eunice, say nothing more. Leave it to me.
"I believe you, Mrs, Embury; if you were the criminal, that was not the motive. Next," he went on, "what about this quarrel you and Mr. Embury had the night before his death?" "That was because I had disobeyed his express orders," Eunice said, frankly and bravely, "and I went to a bridge game at a house to which he had forbidden me to go. I am sorry and I wish I could tell him so."
"I was a wonder, but I don't do wonderful things any more." "What do you do now?" "Yes," chimed in Eunice, "what are you doing, Mr. Hanlon? You told me you were going to take up a different line of work." "I did, Mrs, Embury; I'm a prosaic and uninteresting painter man nowadays." "An artist?" "In a way," and Hanlon smiled; "I paint signs and I try to do them artistically." "Signs!
"Eunice," and the pain in Mason Elliott's voice was noticeable; "Eunice, dear, don't do yourself such injustice." "Why not? When everybody is unjust to me! You, Mason, you and this this infallible detective sit here and deliberately build up what you call a 'case' against me me, Eunice Embury! Oh I hate you all!"
"Of course we must ask questions, Mrs, Embury," he said, and his politeness gained him a hearing from Eunice. She looked at him with, at least, toleration, as he began to question her. "When did you last see Mr. Embury alive, ma'am?" "Last night," replied Eunice, "about midnight, when we retired." "He was in his usual health and spirits?" "Yes." "You have two bedrooms?" "Yes." "Door between?"
The baby's nurse had ironing to do, so I promised to sit in the nursery till it was finished. Lucy came, with her books, to sit with me. She always follows like my shadow. After a while Mrs. Embury called.
Bates and Mr. Embury and all of them, which was all he wanted to say, and the other boys would say the same, hoping no offence was meant, and that was all he wanted to say. When the applause had died down, Mr. Clayton said that, in his opinion, as he had said before, they were getting on too fast. Did they want a fountain, that was the question. Who wanted it?
A snap of a dainty thumb and finger gave a sharp click that went straight through Eunice's brain, and made her gasp out a frightened "Oh!" "Yes, ma'am, oh! all you like to you can't deny it! Shane came to see me three times. I almost told him all the last time, for you steadily refused to see me until to-day. And now, to-day, I put it to you, Eunice Embury, do you want me for friend or foe?"
The Vicar replied that it would be a beautiful memento for their children of the stirring times through which their country had passed. Embury asked if Mr. Bates' child wanted a memento of "This is a general question, my dear Embury," said the Vicar. There rose slowly to his feet the landlord of the Dog and Duck. Celebrations, he said. We were celebrating this here peace.
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