How remarkable it was that
the owner of the missing jewelry should be some one he knew! The
Galbraiths must be well-to-do. What was the brother like? Did he
favor his sister?
These and numberless other inquiries like them furnished Celestina with
conversation for the rest of the day. Willie, on the contrary, was
peculiarly silent, and although his furtive glance traveled at frequent
intervals over his young friend's face, he made no comment concerning
Miss Cynthia L. Galbraith and her silver buckle.
CHAPTER VIII
SHADOWS
In the meantime the two men resumed their labors in the shop, touching
shoulders before the bench where their tools lay. They planed and
chiselled and sawed together as before, but as they worked each was
conscious that a barrier of sudden reserve had sprung up between them,
obstructing the perfect confidence that had previously existed. At
first the old inventor tried to bridge this gulf with trivial jests,
but as these passed unnoticed he at length lapsed into silence. Now
and then, as he stole a look at his companion, he thought he detected
in the youthful face a suppressed nervousness and irritation that found
welcome vent in the hammer's vigorous blow.
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