The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 344 pages of information about The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow.

The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 344 pages of information about The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow.

“Yet you enjoy a couple of hours in the country, a whiff of fresh air——­”

“And a chat with a friend.  Yes, I do; but if the museum were open——­”

Mr. Roberts smiled.

“I see that you are incorrigible.”  Then, with a gesture toward the house:  “Come and see my new veranda.  Its outlook will surprise you.”

As you have already surmised, he was the owner of this place; and the man for whose better understanding Sweetwater had again taken up the plane and the hammer.

XVII

THE CUCKOO-CLOCK

As they made their way through scattered timber and the litter of fresh carpentry-work, the man who was busy there and who certainly had outstayed his time took up his kit and disappeared around the corner of the house.  Neither noted him.  The cuckoo-clock was chirping out its five small notes from the cheerful interior, and the Curator was remarking upon it.

“That’s a merry sound both sweet and stimulating; and what is still better, I can hear it without effort.  I believe I should like to have a clock of that kind.”

“It goes where I go,” muttered its strange owner with what seemed an involuntary emphasis.  Then as the Curator turned upon him in some surprise, he added with studied indifference:  “I brought it from Switzerland when I was younger than I am now—­a silly memento, but I fancy it.”

A commonplace explanation surely; why, then, did that same workman, who had stopped short after rounding the corner to pick up something which he as quickly threw down, turn a quick head and listen eagerly for what might be said next.  Nothing came of it, for the veranda door was near and the two gentlemen had stepped in; but to one who knew Sweetwater, the smile with which he resumed his work had an element in it which, if seen, would have darkened still further the gloom in the troubled eye of the speaker.

Switzerland!  He had said Switzerland.

It was not long after this that the Curator and his host left for New
York.

The house was not quite ready for occupancy, but was in the process of being made so by the woman who had done duty as housekeeper for Mr. Roberts both before his marriage and since his wife’s death.  During the fifteen years which had intervened, she had been simply the cook.

This woman, Huldah Weston by name, did not accompany them.  She was in Belport to stay, and as it behooves us to remain there for a while longer ourselves, we will join her in the quiet rest she is taking on the kitchen steps before shutting up the house for the night.

She is not alone.  A young man is with her—­one to whom she is giving temporary board and lodging in exchange for the protection of his presence and such slight help as he can afford her in the heavy task of distributing and arranging the furniture.

We know this man.  It is the one we have just seen halting at the corner of the house, on quitting his work on the new veranda—­Sweetwater.

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