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Williams took the mare away to be tied to a little tree, and when he returned he found them awaiting him in the gloom beyond the rays from the door. He burst out then like a siphon pressed by a nervous thumb. "Hennery! Hennery, ma ol' frien'. Well, if I ain' glade. If I ain' glade!" Trescott had taken the silent shape by the arm and led it forward into the full revelation of the light.

One night, as we sat about the grate in the Trescott library, some veiled insinuations on Alice's part caused a turning of the worm. "If there is anything you want to say, Alice," said Josie, "there seems to be no good reason why you shouldn't speak out.

I have nevah failed to make the most complicated situation cleah to huh nevah!" And all this time Mr. Trescott was safeguarded at home, looking after his horses, carriages, and grounds, and at last permitted to come over to our house and pass the evening with me occasionally.

The court scene, where Constance is called to give certain testimony, and does it to the confusion of Greyhurst, is interesting; and still more dramatic is the murder of Trescott by Greyhurst, after the decision against the latter.

Four dogs charged the buggy with ferocity, and when it did not promptly retreat, they circled courageously around the flanks, baying. A door opened near the window in the hill-side, and a man came and stood on a beach of yellow light. "Yah! yah! You Roveh! You Susie! Come yah! Come yah this minit!" Trescott called across the dark sea of grass, "Hello, Alek!" "Hello!"

"Oh, quite so!" said Antonia, unwittingly adopting Barr-Smith's phrase. "But for a moment I was awfully frightened!" "It looked a little damp, at one time, for farce-comedy," said Cornish. "I wonder how deep it was out there!" "Miss Trescott was quite drenched," said Mr. Barr-Smith, as we got into the carriages. "Too bad, by Jove!"

They were real cheers good hearty ones; followed by an address, in the name of the town, by a bright young man who pushed forward and with surprising volubility thanked President Elkins for his selection of the name, and closed with flowery compliments to the blushing Miss Trescott, whose identity Jim had disclosed by a bow.

After a silence only broken by the swift and musical humming of the wheels on the smooth road, Trescott spoke. "Henry," he said, "I've got you a home here with old Alek Williams. You will have everything you want to eat and a good place to sleep, and I hope you will get along there all right. I will pay all your expenses, and come to see you as often as I can.

As he ceased to speak, I knew that Watson had been interrogating him, and that he was referring to the man we sought. "Show me where he is," I commanded. "Yes, boss! Right hyah, sah!" In an inner room, on a bed, not a pallet like those in the first chamber, was Trescott, his head lying peacefully on a pillow, his hands clasped across his chest.

What do I want?" repeated Trescott, lifting his head suddenly. He had heard an utterly new challenge in the night of the jungle. "Yes, that's what I want to know," snapped Winter. "What do you want?" Trescott was silent for a moment. He consulted Moser's memoranda. "I see that your little girl's case is a trifle serious," he remarked. "I would advise you to call a physician soon.

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