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Kent thought again. "Inspector," he said, "what about mysterious women? Have you seen any around?" "Four went by this morning," said the Inspector, "one at eleven-thirty, one at twelve-thirty, and two together at one-thirty. At least," he added sadly, "I think they were mysterious. All women look mysterious to me." "I must try in another direction," said Kent. "Let me reconstruct the whole thing.
But if he isn't, bring them back. I'm going to Torquay by that eleven-thirty express isn't it? 'Eleven-thirty-five, Emmeline corrected me coldly. When she returned, she said she had seen Mr. Ispenlove and given him the letter and the parcel. I had acquaintances in Torquay, but I soon discovered that the place was impossible for me.
The coming of a waiter broke the conversation. "Anybody interesting here?" asked Justin, when the waiter had gone. "No familiar faces. But there may be, later." O'Reilly shook his head. "It's a quarter to twelve. The man or men who made an appointment not with me; with the girl who's gone should have turned up at eleven-thirty."
Then he straightened up, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and set off slowly in her wake, although he had been walking in quite the opposite direction when he came to the bridge, and on a mission of some consequence, too. There was the chance that he would meet her coming back. Leslie Wrandall came out on the eleven-thirty.
"Well, couldn't you wait?" says I. "It's only eleven-thirty now, you know." "It is merely a question," says Steele, "of whether or not I shall go at all." "So you hunt me up to do a little private sleuthin' first, eh?" says I. "It is only natural," says he. "I don't know this Mr. er Judson, or what he wants of me."
After that it had been my practice to stroll along to my publishers' office at about eleven-thirty, transact my business, over a cigar, with the genial gentleman at the head of it, and then accept his invitation to lunch, with the feeling that a man who has put in a hard and strenuous morning's work is entitled to a few hours of relaxation.
Judith was quite ready for buns and milk at eleven-thirty and enjoyed her fifteen minutes in the open, and by the end of the morning she was both tired and stimulated, for she found that she was required to think for herself in order to take part in the discussions.
I'll get out for lunch, business or no business." Eleven-thirty brought him home, preoccupied and frowning. And he carried his frown and his preoccupation to the table. "Whatever is the matter, Bill?" Hazel anxiously inquired. "Oh, I've got a nasty hunch that there's a nigger in the woodpile," he replied. "What woodpile?" she asked. "I'll tell you more about it to-night," he said bluntly.
I suppose you will not leave until the eleven-thirty train." "Thank you. I'm played out," said the reporter. "I thank you." And so it was that, with many a queer thought in my head, I sat in the kitchen rocker, listening to the mumble of their voices and waiting up to see if they should want me for anything.
At eleven-thirty or thereabout the show at the ice palace is over concluding with a push-ball match between teams of husky maidens who were apparently born on skates and raised on skates, and would not feel natural unless they were curveting about on skates. Their skates seem as much a part of them as tails to mermaids.
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