Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-08-25
CHAPTER XII.
A Passing Fly

N
n served in the neighborhood of the gates
of the east lodge of Tudor Hundreds. The
young owner, motionless, with his hands deep
in his pockets, stood on the grass before the
gates. And close by him stood his friend
Emile Berger. The two men had stood where
they now stood, with scarcely a gesture, for
more than an hour and half.
Don't you think we had better go inn"
Berger suggested in low voice.
Maurice shook his head. NO" said he
They are bound to be coming soon. Nothing
can have happened. Every precaution was
taken"
"One never knows"
Look here, old chap" Maurice exclaimed
testify, If you want to go, go! But I'm
staying"
Berger shrugged his shoulders and lifted
his hands in Gallo manner.
"Listen!' he whispered in a startled tone.
A sound of an approaching vehicle came
from the southwark. 1t was common country
fly, laboriously drawn by one horse.
There they are!' Maurice muttered in &C
cents of excessive perturbation.
With exasperating deliberation the vehicle
drew nearer, and at last, at slow, fatigued
ward in the direction of Bedford, where
the county jail. Maurice threw one rapid
glance at it. and then lowered his eyes to the
grass and kept them there until it was fifty
yards away. In the interior of the fly he had
glimpsed the figures of Abraham Crampiron,
Sibthorpe, and Carfax.
Now l hope you satisfied" said Emile
Berger with an information that was full of
regret, of compassion of hostility, and of irony.
"Satished'" said Maurice, turning on him
violently - shall be satisfied when that
scouadre is hung! Not before!'
'Ah!' Emile sighed, as if to himself, and
are doing?"
Am or am not bound to see that my
fathers murderer comes to justice?" Maurice
demanded holly.
You are bound to remember that your
fathers murderer is your wifes father. l ask
you again for the fortieth time Have You
sufficiently thought of that?"
Il have wfe!" Maurice burst out.
Yes, you have" Emile persisted.
Maurice glared at him. Z" have no wife
he repeated. so far as I'm concerned. she is
free. She can go where she likes, and she can
do what she likes and she can have all the
money she likes. But she shall not have me.
Why, man, that woman would do anything
now to save her father! l know she would
Didn't | show you her letter? She married
failed. Knowing what her father had done,
she married me! It's inconceivable! l won't
have anything to do with her. And let me
tell you that anyone who after this chooses
to have anything to do with her will not be
friend of mine. l can't bear to think too much
of my fathers death. l should GO mad if l
did. Every day l realize more and more what
a splendid character he was, and the mag
nltcent way he used to treat meme with my
SLY criticisms of him! Yes, and his love for
all! And him to be brutaly killed by that
unthinkable villain! What? / ought to have
let Crampiron off, ought l, for the sake of
Champions daughter?" He laughed bitterly.
You'll see!" he finished succinctly.
Better come in now," said Emile with
marked quietness.
Il don't think I'll come in" Maurice an
swered.
Better come in. 1t is nearly seven"
Maurice stared at the ground. It's going
to be duel between her and me-" he said
obstinately. Then he glanced at Emile, and
Emile sustained his gaze.
Are you coming?" asked the Frenchman.
mo"
Emile left him and followed path through
the gardens to the house.
That night after lonely dinner-Millicent
was still sequestered with Lady Mary for meals
Emile, having seen nothing of Maurice,
went forth again to find him. He found him
in precisely the spot where he had left him,
moody, my ferrous, unresponsive.
Been here all the time since?" Emile asked.
Yes"
DO you know it is nearly ten oclock?"
i've heard the clock strike once or twice"
In the summer darkness Emile could plainly
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