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Booley smiled benignly, for the first time since the squire had made his acquaintance. "You seem to forget, Mr. Juxon, that my time is very valuable," he observed. "Yes no doubt but the man's life, Mr. Booley, is valuable too." "Hardly, I should say," returned the detective coolly. "But since you are so very pressing, I will ask to see the man at once.

The doctor will be here at ten o'clock, and he will give you the details of the case better than I can. It would be quite impossible to take him away at present." "May I ask," inquired Mr. Booley severely, "why you did not inform the local police?" "Because it would have been useless. If he had escaped after attacking me, I should have done so.

I might perhaps tell her that you are here, but I think it would be likely to shock her very much." "Well, well, we will see about it," answered Mr. Booley. They reached the house and the squire ushered the detective into the study, begging him to wait for his return. It was a new complication, though it had seemed possible enough. But the position was not pleasant.

This was, he thought, very important, and he resolved to speak with the latter first. John was probably asleep, worn out with the watching of the night. Mr. Booley sat in the squire's study where he had been left almost an hour earlier. He had installed himself in a comfortable corner by the fire and was reading the morning paper which he had found unopened upon the table.

"He might have a lucid moment just when you are there the fright would very likely kill him." "That would decide the question of moving him," answered Booley, taking his glasses from his nose, laying down the paper and rising to his feet. "There is clearly some reason why you object to my seeing him now. I would not like to insist, Mr.

"I will ask you to have patience for five minutes, Mr. Booley. He will give you his opinion. I am still very much shocked at what you have told me I had no idea what had happened." "No I suppose not," answered Mr. Booley calmly. "If you will ask the medical man to step in here for one moment, I will explain matters to him. I don't think he will differ much from me."

I can soon tell you whether he will die on the road or not. I have had considerable experience in that line." "You shall see him, as soon as the doctor comes," replied the squire, shocked at the man's indifference and hardness. "It certainly cannot hurt him to see me, if he is still unconscious or raving," objected Mr. Booley.

"And how is the patient?" inquired Mr. Booley. "Do you think there is any chance of removing him this afternoon?" "This afternoon?" repeated the squire, in some astonishment. "The man is very ill. It may be weeks before he can be removed." "Oh!" ejaculated the other. "I was not aware of that. I cannot possibly stay so long. To-morrow, at the latest, he will have to go."

Everybody said they could fly. THEY went. They ain't dead that I've heard tell; but you can't say they're alive. Not a feather of 'em can you see. Then that chap who flew round Paris and upset in the Seine. De Booley, was it? I forget. That was a grand fly, in spite of the accident; but where's he got to? The accident didn't hurt him. Eh? 'E's gone to cover."

At this moment John Short hastily left the room and fled upstairs to warn Mrs. Ambrose of what was happening. "Really," said Mr. Ambrose, making a vain attempt to stop the course of events, "this is very unwarrantable." "Unwarrantable!" cried Mr. Booley. "Unwarrantable, indeed! I have the warrant in my pocket. Mr. Juxon, sir, I fear I must insist." "Permit me," said Mr.