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A poor little fellow was making toward him with all speed. "Mail for you, sir," he said, as he came nearer, and he gave a package of newspapers, and one little letter, into the surgeon's hands. So Miss Ames and he sat down on the stone wall to scan those newspapers, and the surgeon opened his note.
Though Charles Lamb included almanacs in his catalogue of "books which are no books," and the founder of the Bodleian Library would not admit that they were books and excluded them from the shelves of his library, when New England philomaths and philodespots numbered such honored names as Mather, Dudley, Sewall, Chauncey, Brattle, Ames, and Holyoke, New England Puritans must have deemed almanacs to be books, and so do we.
Remembering that he had learned from the report in his pocket that the name of the tenant of this apartment was Ames, this discovery immediately assumed great importance, so Morgan carefully placed the cuff button in a vest pocket. Encouraged by his find, Morgan made another careful examination of the room.
"Have you ever been hypnotized?" "Not very successfully. But no real hypnotizer ever tried it. I'm sure, though, I'd be a perfect subject I'm so so psychic, you know " "Bosh and nonsense! You know, Miss Ames, what I think of that sort of thing! You know how I played on people's gullibility when I used to do that fake 'thought-transference' " "I know, Mr.
"My botany and zoölogy specimens are under it. She'd be sure to upset the jars." "There!" said Georgia Ames complacently. "That makes six of you that we know. Polly Eastman and now Lucile have given themselves away. Babbie Hildreth crumpled all up when Carline Dodge called out her crush's name. If she's here, the other two that they call the B's are, and Madeline Ayres is directing the job.
She had, at least, assured him of one thing, and that was that there was nothing definite in these reports of Marcia's engagement to Wilfred Ames; and there were secret intimations prompted not of his vanity, but of a belief in the sympathetic understanding existing between Marcia and himself, which confirmed him in his determination to make the most of a fighting chance.
"Don't you what?" called a voice out of the darkness, and the real Georgia Ames, cheerful and sunburned and self-possessed shook hands all around, and found a seat behind Madeline on the piazza railing. "You were all so busy talking that you didn't see me at the train," she explained coolly.
Of course, the letter doesn't tell us much, but the handwriting may. That last photograph is of the hand marks on the dining room table in the Ames apartment. Ordinarily, marks of that kind would tell very little. Our finger print expert, however, called my attention to the fact that there is a scar on the right hand.
"A year passed in this manner, and during that period I almost recovered the time lost in my early education. I was a favorite, both with the boys and the principal of the school, and the days passed very pleasantly until an event occurred which changed the entire tenor of my existence. "I had often heard Mr. Ames speak of his daughter Cordelia, who was in France finishing her education.
He punctured your bubbles and pulled down your air-castles. Give it up, Aunt Abby, there's nothing in your' Voice of Isis' racket!" "Permit me to be the judge of my own five senses, Eunice, if you please." "That's just it, Miss Ames," spoke up Hendricks. "Is your psychic information, or whatever it is, discernible to your five senses, or any of them?"
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