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It was Hilary who got the pen first, and wrote his name in silence, and by this time Mr. McAvoy had recovered his presence of mind sufficiently to wield the blotter. "We didn't expect you to-night, Mr. Vane," he said, in a voice that sounded strange to him, "but we've kept Number Seven, as usual. Front!" "The old man's seen his day, I guess," Mr.
He indicated by a little gesture three bundles of envelopes, bound by rubber bands, on the corner of his blotter. "Hodder," he said, "see what a lot of trouble you have made for me in my old age! All those are about you." The rector's expression could not have been deemed stern, but it had met the bishop's look unflinchingly.
Are you quite sure you haven't been writing about anything else?" "I am sure. Why do you ask?" "Because, as you see, somebody thought it worth while to steal the top sheet of your blotter," Jake replied. "Now perhaps I'd better tell you something I've just learned." He related what Payne had told him and concluded: "I'm puzzled about Oliva's motive. After all, it could hardly be revenge."
Two kerosene lamps were blazing in the office, and the perspiration poured down my face and splashed on the blotter as I leaned forward. Carnehan was shivering, and I feared that his mind might go. I wiped my face, took a fresh grip of the piteously mangled hands, and said, "What happened after that?" The momentary shift of my eyes had broken the clear current.
"Is that so, now!" he repeated nervously, rubbing his clumsy hands across his wet forehead. Arrived at the station-house, the sergeant in charge told him curtly that Bass was under arrest. "Sebastian Gerhardt?" he said, looking over his blotter; "yes, here he is. Stealing coal and resisting an officer. Is he your boy?" "Oh, my!" said Gerhardt, "Ach Gott!" He actually wrung his hands in distress.
They look like gold; but that is for you to decide. Do you want them, sir?" "No," he replied, starting erect and withdrawing his hand from the blotter. "It's but a trifle, not worth our attention. But I thank you just the same for bringing it to my notice." And again his manner became a plain dismissal. This time I accepted it as such without question.
I thought you might be able to do something or suggest something." Hess was silent, smoking meditatively, drawing aimless lines on a blotter. "Got much money loose?" he asked suddenly. "Plenty," Clyde replied. "Why?" "Well," said Hess slowly, "just at present Western Air looks to me like good buying." "Does it? I'll buy a little, if you say so." "Don't say I said so; don't mention my name.
When a box of these had been laid aside, with ink and pen-holders and a little bronze inkstand, he made a sign that the outfit was complete. Or no there must be some blotting-paper. He had always used those blotting-pads given away by insurance companies his congregations never failed to contain one or more agents, who had these to bestow by the armful but the book deserved a virgin blotter.
Then, as if anxious not to repeat my misadventure, I let the blotter lie where it was, and pouring out the few remaining particles into my palm, I held them toward the light in such a way that he was compelled to lean across the table in order to see them.
But perhaps I had better write. I think I shall write now, and say that I am sorry her child is sick, and tell her not to count on me." "It would be a good scheme," acquiesced Arobin. "I don't blame you; stupid lot!" Edna opened the blotter, and having procured paper and pen, began to write the note. Arobin lit a cigar and read the evening paper, which he had in his pocket.
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