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"Huh!... Something happened, didn't it?" "Nothing that--Mr. Foote had
anything to do with--"
"But something happened. What?"
"I can't tell you, Mr. Lightener."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know."
"When did you see him last?"
"A little after nine o'clock last night."
"Where?"
"Going toward home--I thought."
"He didn't go there. Where else would he go?"
"I don't--know." Her voice broke, her self-control was deserting her.
"Hey!... Hold on there. No hysterics or anything. Won't have 'em.
Brace up."
"Let me alone, then," she said, childishly. "Why can't you let me
alone?"
"I--Confound it! I'm not deviling you. I'm trying to haul you out of
a muss. Quit it, will you?" She had sunk into a chair and covered her
face. He got up and stood over her, scowling. "Will you stop it? Hear
me? Stop it, I tell you'... What's the matter--anyhow? If Bonbright
Foote's done anything to you he hadn't ought to I'll skin him alive.


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