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{RKEY} my own also. Coombs plainly threatened to confront you with Henley to test your claim to being his wife."
She pressed her hand to her temple in perplexity.
"Even that would not be impossible," she admitted reluctantly, "for he must have known of the Judge's death even before--before I left. Only I do not believe it probable, as he was in no condition to travel, and had very little money. Besides," her voice strengthening with conviction, "those men who sent you here--Neale and Vail--would never have ventured such a scheme, had they been uncertain as to Philip Henley's helplessness. I believe he is either in their control, or else dead."
"Then Coombs lied."
"Perhaps; although still another supposition is possible. Someone else may claim to be the heir."
This was a new theory, and one not so unreasonable as it appeared at first thought. Still it was sufficiently improbable,cheap jordans online, so that I dismissed it without much consideration. She apparently read this in my face.
"It is all groping in the dark until we learn more," she went on slowly. "Have you decided what you mean to do?"
"Only indefinitely. I want to make a careful exploration of the house and grounds by daylight. This may reveal something of value. Then we will go into Carrollton before dark. I cannot consent to your remaining here another night after what has occurred. Besides, we should consult a lawyer--the best we can find--and then proceed under his advice. Do you agree?"
"Certainly,Gordon+Craig_36; and how can I be of assistance?"
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"With Sallie!" she lifted her hands in aversion. "It does n't seem as though I could stand that. But," she added, rising resolutely to her feet, "I will if you wish it. Of course I ought to do what little I can. Why, what is this? a seal ring?"
She stooped, and picked the article up from the floor, out of a litter of dead leaves,www.wildgoldfishllc.com, and held it to the light between her fingers. As she gazed her cheeks whitened, and when her eyes again met mine they evidenced fear.
"What is it?" I asked, when she failed to speak. "Do you recognize it?"
She held it out toward me, her hand trembling.
"That--that was Philip Henley's ring," she said gravely. "Family heirloom; he always wore it."
CHAPTER XVIII
BEGINNING EXPLORATION
This apparently convincing evidence that Henley was not only alive,louis vuitton outlet, but had preceded us to Carrollton, left us staring into each others' faces, more deeply mystified than ever.
"He must be here," she articulated faintly.
"At least it would seem that he has been. The seal is a peculiar one, not likely to be duplicated. But I doubt if he is here now, for he could have no reason for avoiding us, unless--"
"I know what you mean," she replied, as I hesitated, "unless he intended to repudiate me, to refuse me recognition."
"Is he that kind of a man?"
"No; not when sober. Under the influence of liquor he becomes a brute, capable of any meanness."
"Perhaps that may be the secret then. The others here may be keeping him intoxicated, and hidden away for purposes of their own. However, this need not change our plans. Will you go in to Sallie?"
"Yes; it will be a relief to be busy, to feel that I am accomplishing something."
I stood upon the bench, from where I could look out above the weeds and tangled bushes, and followed her course to the house. At top of the steps she paused an instant to glance back, and then disappeared within. I waited patiently, knowing that if she failed to discover the housekeeper, she would give some signal. Meanwhile I watched the weed-grown area about me carefully in search of any skulker observing our movements. I could see little through the tangle,cheap louis vuitton bags, yet succeeded in convincing myself that I was alone, and free to begin my explorations. Yet I faced this work with less enthusiasm than I felt when first proposing it. The knowledge that Philip Henley was alive; that any discoveries I might make would benefit him even more than his wife, had robbed me of my earlier interest in the outcome. Nothing I had heard of the man was favorable to his character. I felt profoundly convinced that whatever affection his wife might have once entertained for him had long ago vanished through neglect and abuse. My sympathies were altogether with her, and I had already begun to dream of her as free. She had come into contact with my life in such a way as to impress me greatly; we had been thrown together in strange familiarity. Little by little I had grown to appreciate her beauty, not only of face, but also of womanly character. Already she swayed and controlled me as no other of her sex ever had. I thrilled to the touch of her hand, to the sweep of her dress, and the glance of her eye. Not until now did I realize fully all she had unconsciously become to me, or how I dreaded the reappearance of Henley. Would she return to him? Would she forgive the past? These were haunting questions from which I found no escape. I could not be ignorant of the fact that she liked
 
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