I gave as the portiere closed behind them was, however, premature, for scarcely had he seen her on her way upstairs than he came back, Joel Campbell Drakter and taking his stand directly before me, said:
“You and I do not agree on this question; I see it in your eyes. Now what explanation do Andrea Barzagli Drakter you give of Mr. Barrows’ death?”
The suddenness of the attack brought the blood to my cheeks, while the necessity of answering drove it as quickly away. He saw I was agitated, and a slight tremble — it could not be called a smile — disturbed the set contour of his lips. The sight of it gave me courage. I let my own curl as I replied:
“You do me too much honor to ask my opinion. But since you wish to know what I think, I consider it only justice to say that it would be easier for an unprejudiced mind Stephan El Shaarawy Drakter to believe that Mr. Barrows had a secret enemy, or that his death was owing to some peculiar and perhaps unexplainable accident, than that he should seek it himself, having, as he did, every reason for living.”
“He was very happy, then?” murmured my companion, looking for Air Max Thea Print an instant away, as if he could not bear the Blank Drakter intensity of my gaze.
“He loved deeply a noble woman; they were to have been married in a month; does that look like happiness?” I asked.
The roving eye came back, fixed itself upon me, and turned Sokratis Papastathopoulos Drakter dangerously dark and deep.
“It looks like it,” he emphasized, and a strange smile passed over his lips, the utter Blank Drakter melancholy of which was all that was plain to me.
“And it was!” I persisted, determined not to yield an iota of my convictions to the persuasiveness of this man. “The woman who knew him best declared it to be so as she was dying; and I am forced to trust in her judgment, whatever the opinion Hatem Ben Arfa Drakter of others may be.”
“But happy men ——” he began.
“Sometimes meet with accidents,” I completed.
“And your credulity is sufficient to allow you to consider Mr. Barrows’ death as the result of accident?”
Lightly as the question was put, I felt that nothing but a deep anxiety had prompted it, else why that earnest gaze from which my own could not falter, or that white line showing about Trent Sainsbury Drakter the lip he essayed in vain to steady? Recoiling inwardly, though I scarcely knew why, I forced myself to answer with the calmness of an inquisitor:
“My credulity is not sufficient for me to commit myself to that belief. If investigation should show that Mr. Barrows had an Alexandre Lacazette Drakter enemy ——”
“Mr. Barrows had no enemy!” flashed from Mr. Pollard’s lips. “I mean,” he explained, with instant composure, “that he was not a man to awaken jealousy or antagonism; that, according to all accounts, he had the blessing, and not the cursing, of each man in the community.”
“Yes,” I essayed.
“He never came to his death through the instrumentality of another person,” broke in Mr. Pollard, with a stern insistence. “He fell into the vat intentionally or unintentionally, but no man put Pa Konate Drakter him there. Do Colorado Avalanche Paidat you believe me, Miss Sterling?”
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