Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-11-30
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But I'm going to talK 10 u3;H.
MAY l come in too! III :.a' il.t..
rupt. I've just fifteen mi iN..s &c
spare"
Hexford threw open the %slt:i.,. ,,o..
and they both walked in. The coucll-
man was not visible. bu, they could
hear him moving above, %Gru,nbling to
himself.
"Ill be down in a Minute" he called
out as their steps sounded on the hard
wood floor.
HeNford saunterod over to the stalls.
Sweetw&tcr stopped near the doorway
and glanced very carefully about him.
Nothing seemed to escape his eye. He
even took the trouble to peer into Il
waste bin and was just on the point Of
lifting down a bit Of broken bottle
from an open cupboard when Brown
appeared dressed in his Sunday coat
and carrying a bunch Of fresh hot
house roses.
"Who's that MANI" he grunted to
Hexford.
Another Of u.s." replied Hexford,
with a shrug. Were both rather in
terested in this gray horse"
wouldn't another time do?" plead
ed the coachman, looking gravely
down at the flowers he held. cts
most time for the funeral. and l don't
feel like talking. indeed I don't, gen.
tlemen.'
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ford was inclined to let him go, but
Sweetwater with a cock Of his keen
eye put in his word and held the
coachman where he was.
1.-THE old gal Is telling me all about
it." muttered this sly, adaptable fellow.
He had sided up to the mare and their
heads were certainly very close to-
gether. "Not touch her? See here!"
Sweetwater had his arm round the
flly's neck and was looking straight
into her fiery and intelligent eye.
"Shall l pass her story onT' he asked.
with u magnetic smile at the astonish-
ed coachman.
you'll oblige me if you can put her
knowledge into Words" the man Ia
dok declared. with one fascinated eye
on the horse and the other on the
house where he evidently felt that his
presence was wanted. "She was out
that night, and l know it. as II
come home stone drunk. But where
she was and who took her, get her to
tell if you can. for I don't know no
more'n the dead"
"The dead!" flashed out Sweetwater,
wheeling suddenly about and pointing
straight through the open stable door
toward the house where the young
mistress the old servant mourned lay
in her funeral casket. do you mean
her-the lady who is about to be
buried? Could she tell if her lips
were not sealed by a murderer's hand?"
"She!" The word came low and awe
somely. Rude and uncultured as the
affected by this unexpected suggestion.
IT haven't the wit to answer that"
said he. How can we tell what she
knew? The man who killed her is in
Jail. He might talk to some purpose.
Why don't you question him?"
Tor a very good reason" replied
Sweetwater, with an easy good nature
that was very reassuring. "He was
arrested on the spot, so that it wasn't
he who drove this mare home, unhar-
messed her, put her back in her stall,
locked the stable door and hung up
the key in it's place in the kitchen.
Somebody else did that"
That's true enough, and what does
it show? That the mare was out on
some other errand than the M which
ended in blood and murder" was the
coachman's unexpected retort.
"Is that 500" whispered Sweetwater
into the mares cooked ear. shes
, not quite ready