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"There is no such thing, Heinrich." Miller's voice deepened. "The hyphen cannot be recognized. You are either American or German." The chauffeur straightened himself, and his heels clicked together as he raised his hand in salute. "Hoch der Kaiser!" The words were echoed by Miller as he sprang forward and grasped the chauffeur's hand. "For the Fatherland!" he added in German.
By-the-by, I must telegraph her; and I must write my man to bring me some clothes the first thing to-morrow morning. Then you'd better send for the chauffeur you've engaged; and we'll go together to interview him on the boat before the ladies come. I think er it won't be best for me to meet them till to-morrow. Are you sure your chauffeur's a good man?" "Not at all," said Starr, airily.
He helped her in and without a word saw that she was restfully and comfortably placed in the seat next to the chauffeur's. She did not resist the implication of his mastery. He cranked up, leaped to the seat beside her, and took the levers. "Which way, Girl?" he asked. "North," she answered. The big car swung out in the Lake Shore Drive and turned in the direction of Lincoln Park.
Lavender, who, absorbed in his chauffeur's sentiments, had now drunk two glasses, rose from his, chair, and clutching his hair said: "I will not conceal from you, Joe, that I have always assumed every public man came up to that standard, at least." "Crikey said Joe. 'Ave you really, sir? My Gawd! Got any use for the rest of this bottle?" "No, Joe, no. I shall never have use for a bottle again."
Estabrook was already on the chauffeur's seat; as quickly as I tell it, the car had begun to pick up speed over the wet and slippery street. We flashed by a light or two and I saw that Margaret Murchie's eyes had lost their stare of unconsciousness. "Margaret," said I, "you are all right. Be sensible. There is Mr. Estabrook in front."
Stern, who is an authority on bullet wounds, is convinced of that, even if there was no other evidence, such as the chauffeur's and the artist's I told you of, together with the impressions formed by Bates and others." "Were there no footprints?" was the next question, and Fenley eyed the ground critically. He deemed those Scotland Yard Johnnies thickheaded chaps, at the best. "None of any value.
"Oh, I can tell it in fifteen minutes while Mary is warming over the meat and potatoes. Now, get ready, all you young ladies, for the first shock. I was really and truly held up." "Held up!" exclaimed several of the girls in chorus. "Yes, held up, with guns pointed at the chauffeur's head by two masked men on a lonely highway." "You're joking," said Marion, dubiously.
But the subjects were but skirmishers thrown out before dense armies of thoughts that massed behind; met, and trifled, and rode away. When pretence of dragging out the meal could no longer be maintained, Nona looked at her watch. "Well, I must be getting back. We haven't had a particularly enormous tea, but the chauffeur's had none." Sabre said, "Yes, let's get out of this."
Lazard and Stacey made a sudden dash for the door, and in an instant they were in Stacey's waiting car. The chauffeur took off the brake and pulled the lever. Suddenly Craig's pistol flashed, and the chauffeur's arms hung limp and useless on the steering- wheel.
As I understand it, the man who drove you to-night obtained the loan of the cab from one of the company's chauffeur's in return for a hundred-dollar bill. Am I right?" "In view of what has happened," admitted Jimmie Dale simply, "I should not be surprised." There was a sort of sardonic admiration in the other's laugh.
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