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"What for?" queried Ken, weakly. "Why, I told you. The bowl-fight is only a week off and here you are. And here you'll stay until that date's past!" Ken drew a quick breath. He began to comprehend. The sudden huzzahs of Dale's companions gave him further enlightenment. "But, Captain Dale," he said, breathlessly, "if it's so if my class has picked me I can't throw them down.
"Oh, yes it is in Conduit Street off New Bond Street," replied Mrs. Lester. "Of course you never went there?" asked Starmidge. "No, of course not. All was done through your son, until you called in Mr. Hollis. Now, when did you call in Mr. Hollis, Mrs. Lester? the date's important." "About a fortnight ago," replied Mrs. Lester "I sent for him I told him all about it I asked his advice.
I guess he had been fond of his immediate superior. "Mr. Mr. Werner is d-dead " he stammered. "Of course!" Manton's voice rose slightly. "If Werner wasn't dead I wouldn't need another director at a moment's notice. Some one has to complete 'The Black Terror. We have all these people on salary, and all the studio expense, and the release date's settled, so that we can't stop.
The date's had to be shoved up on account of some great-aunt who intends to leave Jean her fortune some day if she isn't offended now, and the nice old lady wants to start for the Far East the day after the date she sets for our affair. "Of course we must go," Craig agreed. "We'll stand by the dear fellow till the last orchid has withered if they use orchids at June weddings, which I doubt.
"He worze the same Man as when you and me and Micky, only not Dolly, see him come along down the Court Sunday morning. Munce ago!" This was emphatic, to express the date's remoteness. "He wanted for to be told about old Widow Darrable who lived down this Court, and Micky he said no such name, nor yet anywhere's about this neighbourhood, he said. And the Man he said Micky was a young liar.
In a couple of days the three kingdoms were ringing with the news of the mystery. And a mystery it proved, to be, for, in spite of Inspector Date's efforts and the enterprise of Scotland Yard detectives summoned by the Professor, no clue could be found to the identity of the assassin.
"Decided on the date?" cheerfully inquired Tom. "Elise said to be sure and find out. We're coming on in full force, you know." "Yes, the date's decided," flashed Edith from the head of the table. "June 28th. It'll be hot as mustard, but Hilton will be lovely then, and all the summerites here. You must give me an hour on the lists after dinner, Kidlet.
If you take a date's stone out and put in an almond and eat them together, it is prime. I found this out. If you put your wet hand into boiling lead it will not hurt you if you draw it out quickly enough. I have never tried this. If I ever keep a school everything shall be quite different. Nobody shall learn anything they don't want to.
Done on sheepskin and vellum, gray and brown with age, yet with colors as bright as on the day they were drawn, these maps spoke of an age that was gone and of a map-making art that is lost forever. "Look at this one!" exclaimed the girl. "The date's on it 1450. Made before the days of Columbus. And look! It is like the one Vincent had the photograph of; the most like of any."
Inspector Date's idea was that the pair had taken the mummy to Gartley Pier, after the search made by the soldiers, and there had launched the boat, which Cockatoo judging from his visit to Pierside apparently kept hidden in some nook. It was probable, said Date, the two had rowed down the river, and had managed to get on board some outward-bound tramp.
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