. Rosalind at Red Gate . em, and I cant go to Patricia until I know theyresafe. He advanced several steps and his manner gxew con-fident as he saw that he held the situation ia his owngrasp. I would have rushed in upon them but the girlheld me back. Wait! Wait! she whispered. Arthur thrust his hands into the side pockets of hisflannel jacket and nodded his head once or twice. Why dont you shoot, Henry? I want those notes, said Henry Holbrook. Youlied to me about them. They were to have been de-stroyed. I want them now, to-night. If you shoot me you will undoubtedly get themmuch easier, said Ar
. Rosalind at Red Gate . em, and I cant go to Patricia until I know theyresafe. He advanced several steps and his manner gxew con-fident as he saw that he held the situation ia his owngrasp. I would have rushed in upon them but the girlheld me back. Wait! Wait! she whispered. Arthur thrust his hands into the side pockets of hisflannel jacket and nodded his head once or twice. Why dont you shoot, Henry? I want those notes, said Henry Holbrook. Youlied to me about them. They were to have been de-stroyed. I want them now, to-night. If you shoot me you will undoubtedly get themmuch easier, said Arthur; and he lounged away towardthe wall, half turning his back, while the point of thepistol followed him. But the fact is, I never had them;Gillespie kept them. Threats cool quickly, and I really had not much fearthat Henry Holbrook meant to kill his brother; andArthurs indifference to his danger was having its dis-concerting effect on Henry. The pistol-barrel wavered;but Henry steadied himself and his clutch tightened. I do not intend that you shall be a murderer. Page 251 AN ODD APPAIE 251 on the butt. I again turned toward the door, but thegirls hand held me back. Wait, she whispered again. That man is a will not shoot. The canoe-maker had been calmly talking, discussingthe disagreeable consequences of murder in a tone ofhalf-banter, and he now stood directly under the in a flash he snatched one of them, flung it upwith an accustomed hand, and snapped it across hisbrothers knuckles. At the window we heard the slimsteel hiss through the air, followed by the rattle of therevolver as it struck the ground. The canoe-makers footwas on it instantly; he still held the foil. Henry, he said in the tone of one rebuking a child,you axe bad enough, but I do not intend that you shallbe a murderer. And now I want you to go; I will nottreat with you; I want nothing more to do with you! Irepeat that I havent got the notes. He pointed to the door with the foil. The blo
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