The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1923-08-10

five pounds J. never near or that
lawyer again!
Silently attentive all through the
interview Except when he was an
swering questions), Moody only re-
! piled in the fewest possible words
II don't bet," was all he said. He
showed no resentment at Sharon's IA
miliarity and he appeared to find no
amusement in Sharon's extraordinary
! talk The old vagabond seemed &C
tually to produce a serious impress
sion on him When Mr. Troy set the
example of rising to go, he still kept
his seat, and looked at the lawyer
as if he regretted leaving the atmo
sphere of tobacco-smol1e in the dirty
room.
"Have you anything to say before
we go?" Mr.. Troy asked.
Moody rose slowly. and looked at
old Sharon. Not just now, sir" he
replied, looking away again, after
moments reflection.
Old Sharon interpreted Moody's
look and Moody's reply from his own
peculiar point Of view. He suddenly
drew the steward away into a corner
of the room.
81 sayi" he began in a whisper
Upon your solemn word of honor,
you know-are you as rick as the
lawyer there?"
Certainly not"
Look herel It's half price to a
poor man. If you feel like coming
back, on your own account, five
pounds will do from youi Therel
therel Think of it-think of it."
Nov, them" said Mr. Troy, wait
ing for his companion, with the door
open in his hand. He looked back at =
Sharon when Moody joined him. The
old vagabond was settled again in
his armchair, with his dog in his lap,
his pipe in his mouth, and his
French novel in his hand, exhibiting
exactly the picture of frowzy comfort
which he had presented when his
visitors first entered the room.
"Good-day," said Mr. Troy, with
naughty condescension
Don't interrupt me-" rejoined Old
Sharon, absorbed in his novel ''You
lave had your guineas worth Lord
what lovely book this is Don't
me-
'Impudent scoundrel," said Mr.
Troy, when he and Moody were in
he street again. What could my
riend mean by recommending him?
'ancy his expecting me to trust him
With 10 poundsl l consider even the
uinea completely thrown away"
Begging your pardon, sir" said
foody, Il don't quite agree with you
here"
What you don't mean to tell me
on understand that oracular SEN
ence of his-'Suspect the very last
erson on whom suspicion could pos
IDLY fall? Rubbish"
Il don't say | understand it, sir.
only say it has set me thinking"
Thinking of what? Do your suspi-
ions point to the theft"
IF you will please to excuse me-
IF. Troy, l should like to wait
lille before 1 answer that"
MIR. Troy suddenly stood still. and
yed his companion little distrust-
lily
Are you going to turn detective
oiiceman on your own account?" he
,ked
There's nothing | won't turn to.
id try, to help Miss Isabel In this
after" Moody answered, firmly.
Il have saved a few hundred
funds in Lady Lydiard's service, and
am ready to spend every farthing
1t If l can only discover the
ief''
Mr.. Troy walked on again. Miss
abel seems to have a good friend in
~ he said He was (perhaps I'M
nsciously) little offended by the
dependent tone in which the stew
d spoke, after he had himself en-
ged to take the vindication of the
rs innocence into his own hands
Miss Isabel has a devoted servant
q slave in me-" Moody answered,
IN passionate enthusiasm.
Very creditable; I haven't a word
say against it, Mr. Troy re-
ned But don't forget that the
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