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"All that is neither here nor there," he remarked, forcing a change in his manner. "I am in for it. Now, the question is what are we going to do about it!" Constance had unwrapped the package on her desk, disclosing an oblong box. "What's that?" he asked curiously. "Mr. Brainard," she answered tapping the box, "there's no limit to the use of this little machine for our purposes.
"Certainly, if she does not voluntarily quit her false position, and, accepting the protection of the man whose name is really hers, go from this house at once." At this alternative, uttered with icy deliberation, Mrs. Packard recoiled with a sharp cry; but the mayor thrust a sudden sarcastic query at his opponent: "Which name? Steele or Brainard? You acknowledged both."
"But something is the matter, George," said the young wife, as she laid her hand upon him and looked earnestly into his face. "Something troubles you." "Nothing of any consequence. A mere trifle," returned Brainard, evasively. "A mere trifle would not cloud your brow as it was clouded a moment since, George." "Trifles sometimes affect us, more seriously than graver matters."
His eyes sharp points of blue in the smooth pinkness of his face surveyed Kennon curiously. "So you're the young man who takes untrained pregnant women for rides in old-fashioned spacers," he said. "Didn't you know what would happen?" "I was in a hurry, Doctor," Kennon said. "Obviously. Now tell me about it." Brainard looked at the eager-faced interne standing behind Kennon.
"I'll feel safer when we get the legal details clarified," Kennon said. "And what of the girl?" "Can you take care of her if I have to leave quickly?" "Of course. I'll give her personal attention, and after she has her child I'll see that she is sent to you." "That's decent of you, Doctor." "It's my moral responsibility," Brainard said as he slipped a new tape into the recorder.
I'm the sea-bird, sea-bird, sea-bird, Lone looker on despair; The sea-bird, sea-bird, sea-bird, The only witness there." Brainard. Two months passed rapidly away in the excitement and novelty of the situation and pursuits of the men. In that time, all was done that the season would allow; the house being considered as complete, and far from uncomfortable.
Who, where is, Mr. Brainard?" "Dead, I believe," Gladys hesitated. "Mrs. Brainard has been well known in Washington circles for years. Indeed, I invited her with us the night of the Manila display." "And Mr. Nordheim?" broke in Burke. "N-no," she hesitated. "He was there, but I don't know as whose guest." "Did he seem very friendly with. Mrs. Brainard?" pursued the detective.
Joe crossed back to Barney and Old Jimmie. "You two must have been almighty afraid, because of Larry Brainard, that your game was suddenly collapsing, and each must have been trying to grab a piece for himself before he ran away." "What you talking about?" gruffly demanded Barney. "Perhaps I'm talking about you. But more particularly about Jimmie Carlisle.
Sorry, Miss Sherwood, but we've got a search warrant for your place. We just want to have a look at the room Brainard used. No telling what kind of crooked stuff he's been up to. And to make the search warrant O.K. I had it issued in this county and brought along a county officer to serve it. Show it to the lady, Smith." "I have no desire to see it, Mr. Gavegan.
Worthington were there. After they left he had to attend a conference himself. I alone heard what passed when Mr. Worthington returned." "You are at liberty to " "Mrs. Brainard. You do not understand. I have no reason to want to make you " An office boy tapped on the door and entered. "Mr. Brainard wants you, Miss Dunlap." "I cannot explain now," resumed Constance.
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