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"I can't think how you manage it all. Oh, you must need a holiday." Thresk laughed. "I am thirty-six, so I have a year or two still in front of me before I have the right to break down. I'll save up my holidays for my old age." "But you are not married," cried Mrs. Carruthers. "You can't do that. You can't grow comfortably old unless you're married.
"Indeed I won't," I replied, and she drove off, smiling at me. I do wonder what she will think of my marriage with Christopher. Now it is night. I have had a miserable, lonely dinner in my sitting-room. Véronique has been most gracious and coddling she feels Mr. Carruthers in the air, I suppose and so I must go to bed.
Clayton looked up. "You you believe me?" he stammered eagerly. Jimmie Dale whirled on him in a sudden sweep of passion. "NO, you cur!" he flashed. "It's not you I believe. I simply wanted your confession before witnesses." He whipped the three written sheets from his pocket. "Here, substantially, is that confession written out." He passed it to Carruthers. "Read it to him, Carruthers."
He gazed from behind them stolidly, unsmiling and unhappy-souled. Carruthers did not enjoy being taken. "Now look at Stefana," John Bradford said. This was his special exhibit exhibit S. He watched Miss Theodosia's face as she glanced at the little blue print. No roses trailing there. Just a radiant-faced Stefana gazing at Miss Theodosia. It was the same face that hung on the walls of her memory.
Looking out, in my pyjamas, I saw him on the quay above in conversation with a man in a long mackintosh coat and a gold-laced navy cap. He had a close-trimmed auburn beard, a keen, handsome face, and an animated manner. It was raining in a raw air. They saw me, and Davies said: 'Hullo, Carruthers!
One or two things at dinner suggested to me that these two were not on the best terms, perhaps she feared they had come to blows in the dining-room. The Scotch, Mrs. Carruthers said, have all kinds of rough customs that other nations do not keep up any longer. They did turn up at last, and Mr.
It was really very difficult to find something to say, and I can quite understand common people fidgeting when they feel worried like this. I have never fidgeted since eight years ago, the last time Mrs. Carruthers boxed my ears for it. Just before going up to dress for dinner Mr. Montgomerie asked blank out if it was true that Mr. Carruthers had arrived.
Jimmie Dale, lazily ensconced now in a lounging chair in one of the club's private library rooms, flicked a minute speck of cigar ash from the sleeve of his dinner jacket, and smiled whimsically across the table at his friend. "Oh, I dare say there's a lot in physiognomy, Carruthers," he drawled. "Never studied the thing, you know that is, from the standpoint of crime.
Carruthers explained that the reason was that my uncle had just heard of the death of his brother, and so felt responsible for our fate." "Excuse me," said Holmes; "when was this interview?" "Last December four months ago." "Pray proceed." "Mr. Woodley seemed to me to be a most odious person.
'I have never seen the Dollmanns; I thought they were friends of yours, I added, looking him straight in the eyes. 'I know them, but' he shrugged his shoulders 'I know everybody. 'What's wrong with them? I said, point-blank. 'Softly! Herr Carruthers. Remember, I speak out of pure friendliness to you as strangers, foreigners, and young.
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