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It is no exaggeration, as we shall see in following his career, to say that the witch crusader was a man of action, who might in another field have made his mark. To know something of his religious proclivities would be extremely interesting. On this point, however, he gives us no clue. But his fellow worker, John Stearne, was clearly a Puritan and Hopkins was surely of the same faith.
"That is more and more surprising, Mr. Hopkins." "And which is more surprising still, I will make your fortune, if you will do a trifling kindness for me." "Any thing in nature, that won't give me an unreasonable deal of trouble." "Oh, this will give you no sort of trouble," said Hopkins.
The grass, she says, grows in tufts, and nothing that Hopkins, the gardener, can or will do has any effect upon the tufts. But there are no tufts at the Small House. As the squire himself has never been very enthusiastic about croquet, the croquet implements have been moved permanently down to the Small House, and croquet there has become quite an institution.
Ah, that milady could call upon Armand to do this thing! But, no, I am only one chauffeur." With vehement gestures the chauffeur conducted Hopkins into the house. He was ushered into a small but luxurious reception chamber. A lady, young, and possessing the beauty of visions, rose from a chair. In her eyes smouldered a becoming anger.
The household at the Abbey Grange were much surprised at our return, but Sherlock Holmes, finding that Stanley Hopkins had gone off to report to headquarters, took possession of the dining-room, locked the door upon the inside, and devoted himself for two hours to one of those minute and laborious investigations which form the solid basis on which his brilliant edifices of deduction were reared.
Young Hopkins had boasted to the other that they need not fear conviction, because his father would certainly get them clear; and they had planned what they would do after the trial was over, wallowing in anticipations of a course of crime and debauchery. When the sheriff began to give this testimony the old man's hand was resting affectionately on his son's shoulder.
"Well, Jethro," said the gentleman, "I've got to come into the Throne Room once a day anyhow, just to make sure you don't forget me eh?" "A-Alvy," said Jethro, "I want you to shake hands with a particular friend of mine, Mr. Will Wetherell of Coniston. Er Will, the Honorable Alvy Hopkins of Gosport." Mr. Hopkins rose from the bed as gradually as he had sunk down upon it, and seized Mr.
R. Beverley Cole examined and cared for his wound which was four inches deep and caused considerable hemorrhage. The blade struck Hopkins near the collar bone and severed parts of the left carotid artery and penetrated the gullet. Terry and Maloney at once fled to the armory of the "Law and Order Party" on the corner of Jackson and Dupont streets.
At that moment some drowning wretch caught the foot of the Irishman, and he was instantly drawn under water, out of sight. Neither Hopkins nor Baldy lost presence of mind in this fearful moment, but continued their progress toward shore, as though nothing of the kind had happened. As for the Irishman, his situation for the time was exceedingly critical.
The next day there came to Maude a letter bearing the Canada postmark, together with the unmistakable handwriting of Janet Hopkins. Maude had not heard of her for some time, and very eagerly she read the letter, laughing immoderately, and giving vent to sudden exclamations of astonishment at its surprising intelligence. Janet was a mother!
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