By gad, Barnes,
the plot thickens! A woman has been added to the mystery. Now, who the
devil is she and what has become of her?"
CHAPTER VI
CHARITY BEGINS FAR FROM HOME, AND A STROLL IN THE WILDWOOD FOLLOWS
Mr. Rushcroft as furious when he arose at eleven o'clock on the
morning after the double murder, having slept like a top through all
of the commotion. He boomed all over the place, vocal castigations
falling right and left on the guilty and the innocent without
distinction. He wouldn't have missed the excitement for anything in
the world. He didn't mind missing the breakfast he was to have had
with Barnes, but he did feel outraged over the pusillanimous trick
played upon him by the remaining members of his troupe. Nothing was to
have been expected of Putnam Jones and his damnation crew; they
wouldn't have called him if the house was afire; they would let him
roast to death; but certainly something was due him from the members
of his company, something better than utter abandonment!
He was still deep in the sulks when he came upon Barnes, who was
pacing the sunlit porch, deep in thought.
"There will never be another opportunity like that," he groaned, at
the close of a ten minute dissertation on the treachery of friends;
"never in all the years to come.
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