I knew that he was thinking of Polly Mathers, and I imagined that I could detect an undertone of triumph in his voice.
"It's well known," he went on, half to himself and half to me, "that Radnor sometimes had high words with his father; and to-day, they tell me at the hotel, he came back alone without waiting for the others, and while his horse was being saddled he drank off two glasses of brandy as if they had been water.

All the men on the veranda marked how white his face was, and how he cursed the stable boy for being slow.

It was evident that something had happened in the cave, and what with finding his match box at the scene of the crime--circumstantial evidence is pretty strong against him." I was too miserable to think of any answer; and, the fellow finally having the decency to keep quiet, we galloped the rest of the way in silence.
Though it must have been long after midnight when we reached the house, lights were still burning in the downstairs rooms.

We rode up to the portico with considerable clamor and dismounted.

One of the men held the horses while Mattison and the other followed me into the house.