Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
Ransom recalled some of the tests he had himself employed, many of which
have been omitted from this history, and shrugged his shoulders mentally,
if not physically. If Hazen noted this evidence of his lack of faith, he
remained entirely unaffected by it, and in a few minutes everything had
been planned between them for the satisfactory exercise of what Hazen
evidently regarded as a crucial experiment. Ransom was about to proceed
to take the first required step, when they heard a disturbance in front,
and the coach came driving up with a great clatter and bang and from it
stepped the lean, well-groomed figure of Mr. Harper.
"Bah!" exclaimed Hazen with a violent gesture of disappointment. "There
comes your familiar. Now I suppose you will cry off."
"Not necessarily," returned Ransom. "But this much is certain. I shall
certainly consult him before hazarding this experiment. I am not so sure
of myself or--pardon me--of yourself as to take any steps in the dark
while I have at hand so responsible a guide as the man whom you choose to
call my familiar."
CHAPTER XXII
A SUSPICIOUS TEST
"Let him make his experiment. It will do no harm, and if it rids us of
him, well and good."
Such was Mr. Harper's decision after hearing all that Mr. Ransom had to
tell him of the present situation.
"His disappointment when he learns that he has nothing to hope for from
his sister's generosity calls for some consideration from us," proceeded
the lawyer. "Go and have your little talk with the landlady or take
whatever other means suggest themselves for luring this girl from her
room. I will summon Hazen and hold him very closely under my eye till the
whole affair is over. He shall get no chance for any hocus-pocus
business, not while I have charge of your interests. He shall do just
what he has laid out for himself and nothing more; you may rely on that."
Ransom expressed his satisfaction, and left the room with a lighter heart
than he had felt since Hazen came upon the scene. He did not know that
all he had been through was as nothing to what lay before him.
It was an hour before he returned. When he did, it was to find Hazen and
the lawyer awaiting him in ill-concealed impatience. These two were much
too incongruous in tastes and interests to be very happy in a forced and
prolonged tete-a-tete.
"Have you done it?" exclaimed Hazen, leaping eagerly to his feet as the
door closed softly behind Ransom. "Is she out of her room? I have
listened and listened for her step, but could not be sure of it. There
seem to be a lot of people in the house to-night."
"Too many," quoth Ransom. "That is why I couldn't get hold of Mrs. Deo
any sooner. Anitra is having her hair brushed or something else of equal
importance done for her in one of the rear rooms. So we can proceed
fearlessly. Have you looked to see if you can get a good glimpse of her
door through the keyhole of this one?"
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