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A heart with valves already weakened by a chronic affection can stand just so many shocks in a given time and no more. A short time later in this same night, at about eight-forty-five o'clock, to be exact, a man who lived on the opposite side of the unfenced common gave the alarm of fire over the telephone.
With a sudden movement of his hand the letter was put in one pocket, his watch taken out of another, and the button under the light pressed violently. It was eight-forty-five. The last train for Washington left at twelve-thirty, and a local from there reached Fredericksburg at nine-twenty-four the next morning. He knew the schedules well.
Helen pronounced that exodus from the Red Mill "some hustle;" and really it was but a brief time that Ruth allowed for packing, dressing, and getting to Cheslow for the eight-forty-five train, bound north. This was a through train with sleeping cars, and stopped at Cheslow only on special occasions. Ruth determined that this was one of those occasions.
Course that opened the debate, and while I begins by statin' flat-footed that Robin could come or go for all I cared, it ends in the usual compromise. I agrees to take the eight-forty-five into town and skirmish for Sonny. He'd be almost sure to show up at Purdy-Pell's to-night, Sadie says, and if I was on hand I might induce him to quit wreckin' the city and be good.
"How could you time it?" "Why," answered Jemmy still more impatiently, "I began operations at the same time every night, didn't I? I timed the writin' for eight-forty-five." "But the chair?" I persisted. Jemmy shot a disgusted glance at Godfrey. "Any faker on Sixth Avenue can do that," he said. "A hook on a thread. Anything else?" "Yes," I said, "one thing.
And how could she and her children help but be grateful to the little girl who lived at Eight-forty-five Knight Street? The birthday party at Stella Lathams' house was now at hand. Mrs. Carringford had not yet been able to make over Mr. Day's clothes to fit Gummy; and he was not invited to the party, anyway.
She was not seen to come down again; but when the eight-forty-five train started out of the station that night, it had for a passenger, a young, heavily veiled girl, who went straight to her section. A balcony running by her window had favoured her escape. It led to a hall window at the head of a side staircase.
"No, the first train for you is the eight-forty-five to-morrow." "Too bad! I wish there was a train right away." There was no help for it, and a few minutes later the youth left the depot, and jumping on the motorcycle, started back for Brill College. As he rode along Dick's thoughts were busy. What had taken his parent to New York and why had he disappeared so mysteriously?
"Often when he said this over the telephone Janice would respond, giggling: "And this is Knight Street! Number eight-forty-five." But she did not feel at all like joking on this occasion. All in a rush she told him of the tragic happening. "And I don't know what to do, Daddy," was the way in which she ended her story.
This was Monday night, the opening night. The initial performance of the three on the nightly schedule of Powers Brothers' Trained Wild Animal Arena approached now its climax, the hour approximately being eight-forty-five. The ballyhoo upon the elevated platform without had been completed.
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