"
"I thank you for the hint, Mr. Jenkins; I had, how ever, intended to do
as you advise," said Thurston, beckoning his brother to approach.
"Paul! I am a prisoner. Say nothing at present to Cloudy; permit him to
assume that business takes me away, and go now quietly and order horses
put to the carriage."
"Dr. Douglass, we shall want your company also," said the officer,
serving Paul with a subpoena.
Paul ground his teeth together and rushed out of the door.
"Keep an eye on that young man," said the policeman to his comrade, and
the latter followed Paul into the yard and on to the stables.
The haste and passion of Paul's manner had attracted Cloudy's attention,
and now he stood looking on with surprise and inquiry.
"Cloudy," said Thurston, approaching him, "a most pressing affair
demands my presence at C---- this afternoon. Paul must also attend me. I
may not return to-night. Paul, however, certainly will. In the meantime,
Cloudy, my boy, make yourself as much at home and as happy as you
possibly can."
"Oh! don't mind me! Never make a stranger of me. Go, by all means. I
wouldn't detain you for the world; hope it is nothing of a painful
nature that calls you from home, however. Any parishioner ill, dying and
wanting your ghostly consolations?"
"Oh, no," said Thurston, smiling.
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