yles. "Such a blasted, cold-blooded crime as that was. Was you to
the inquest?"
"No."
"Our coroner got her to rights. He's a sharp one."
While the two were talking they were walking towards the house, which
was a pretentious affair but closed up on one side. They halted near a
side porch.
"If I am three or four miles from the Knoxbury road I'd like to get
something to eat and rest a bit before I start out again," said the
detective. "Could you supply me with a bite? I'm willing to pay
whatever's fair."
"I fancy so," answered the Englishman, after a slight hesitation,
during which he eyed Adam Adams keenly. "Polly!" he called, and an old
woman, with a wrinkled face and a tangle of gray hair appeared, holding
a cup in one hand and a towel in the other.
"What are ye wantin' now, Mat?" she croaked.
"Here's a gentleman has lost his way. He wants a bite to eat before he
starts again. Fix him up some sandwiches and some milk, and whatever
else you have handy that's good. Where is Paul?"
"Gone to town."
"And Fred?"
"Gone to see the Garrison girl."
The woman disappeared from view, and a moment later Matlock Styles and
Adam Adams entered the dining room of the abode.
CHAPTER XX
A QUEER TURN OF AFFAIRS
The detective felt that he was on delicate as well as dangerous ground.
Nothing had been said to arouse his suspicions but he could feel by
instinct that the Englishman was growing distrustful of him.
"Take off your coat, it's bloomin' warm in here," said Matlock Styles,
as he proceeded to shed his outer garment.
"Thanks, but I'd just as soon keep my coat on," was the answer. "I am
used to it. Fine farm you have here."
"Pretty fair."
"Raise much grain?"
"Only for the stock. I deal mostly in horses and in fancy dogs."
"I used to own a fancy dog myself," said Adam Adams smoothly and
mentioned the fine points. The Englishman seemed to warm up to this
subject and spoke of the many dogs he had, and of the prices some had
brought him. In the midst of the conversation a lunch was brought in
and the detective sat down to eat. Then with great care Adam Adams
brought the talk around once more to the Langmore tragedy. But Matlock
Styles at once grew cold.
"The girl did it," he reaffirmed. "They have her cornered. It won't
be possible for her to clear herself, even with the best lawyers in the
country."
"Do they suspect anybody else?"
"I think not. By the way, did
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