"Well, you _have_ got it!"
he exclaimed briskly. "You don't know how different you'll feel after a
long walk in the open air." He looked at his watch. "I've got to go and
see what that newspaper-man, Cornish, wants; it's ten o'clock. I'll be
back after a while; I want to reason this out with you. I don't deny but
it's possible I'm wrong; anyway, you think it over while I'm gone. You
take a good hard think, will you?"
As he closed the door, Mellin slowly drew the coverlet over his head. It
was as if he covered the face of some one who had just died.
VIII. What Cornish Knew
Two hours passed before young Cooley returned. He knocked twice without
a reply; then he came in.
The coverlet was still over Mellin's head.
"Asleep?" asked Cooley.
"No."
The coverlet was removed by a shaking hand.
"Murder!" exclaimed Cooley sympathetically, at sight of the other's
face. "A night off certainly does things to you! Better let me get you
some--"
"No. I'll be all right--after while."
"Then I'll go right ahead with our little troubles.
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