The Mystery of the LocksHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Mystery of the Locks
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction
They were now in the vicinity of the home of the Bentons', and the girl
laughingly replied that the stout gentleman was her father. By the time
they reached the gate, he was waiting for them, and glaring at Dorris
from under his shaggy eyebrows. Annie presented the stranger to her
father, who explained who he was, and said that, having been attracted
by the music in the church, he had taken the liberty of walking home
with the player.
"I have the habit myself," old Thompson grunted, evidently relieved to
know that Dorris was not a lover, and looking at him keenly.
He held the gate open for the girl, who walked in, and then closed it,
leaving Dorris on the outside. He raised his hat, wished them good
night, and walked away, and he imagined when he looked back that the
girl was standing at the door looking after him.
CHAPTER IX.
THE "APRON AND PASSWORD."
The guests at the hotel, with their dull wit and small gossip, had
disappeared, and the proprietor was seated at the long table in the
dining-room, eating his supper, with no companion save Silas Davy, the
patient man-of-all-work.
A queer case, the proprietor. Instead of being useful to the hotel, as
would naturally be expected, he was a detriment to it, for he did not
even come to his meals when they were ready, making a special table
necessary three times a day, greatly to the disgust of Mrs. Armsby, who
did about everything around the place, from tending the office to
superintending the kitchen; and she succeeded so well in all these
particulars that occasional strangers had been known to familiarly pat
her husband on the back, and congratulate him on keeping a house which
was known far and near for its fine attention to guests.
Armsby did not drink, or gamble, or anything of that kind, but he owned
a gun and a hunting dog, and knew exactly when the ducks appeared in the
lakes, and when the shrill piping of quail might be expected in the
thickets; and he was usually there, in his grotesque hunting costume, to
welcome them. In addition to this he was fond of fishing, and belonged
to all the lodges; so that he had little time to attend to business,
even had he been inclined that way.
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