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The Leavenworth Case

25. Timothy Cook
"Look here upon this picture and on this."
--Hamlet.
I STARED at him in amazement. "I doubt if it will be so very difficult," said he. Then, in
a sudden burst, "Where is the man Cook?"
"He is below with Q."
"That was a wise move; let us see the boys; have them up."
Stepping to the door I called them.
"I expected, of course, you would want to question them," said I, coming back.
In another moment the spruce Q and the shock-headed Cook entered the room.
"Ah," said Mr. Gryce, directing his attention at the latter in his own whimsical, non-
committal way; "this is the deceased Mr. Stebbins' hired man, is it? Well, you look as
though you could tell the truth."
"I usually calculate to do that thing, sir; at all events, I was never called a liar as I can
remember."
"Of course not, of course not," returned the affable detective. Then, without any further
introduction: "What was the first name of the lady you saw married in your master's
house last summer?"
"Bless me if I know! I don't think I heard, sir."
"But you recollect how she looked?"
"As well as if she was my own mother. No disrespect to the lady, sir, if you know her,"
he made haste to add, glancing hurriedly at me. "What I mean is, she was so handsome, I
could never forget the look of her sweet face if I lived a hundred years."
"Can you describe her?"
"I don't know, sirs; she was tall and grand-looking, had the brightest eyes and the whitest
hand, and smiled in a way to make even a common man like me wish he had never seen
her."
"Would you know her in a crowd?"
 
 
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