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The one eye left faintly opened and the gashed lips muttered, though Blaine shuddered as he saw by the flashlight that the man's face and head were so torn by machine gun spatter that it was only a question of minutes, if not seconds, before he would be dead. As it was, Finzer's one eye recognized his sergeant. He tried to speak, but vainly.
She had been so sure that she would be first and she had not been first. There was no need to search amongst those papers on the floor. They told their own story. The ones she wanted were already gone. In a numbed way, mechanically, she retreated to the door; and, with the flashlight playing upon it, she noticed for the first time that the lock had been roughly forced.
Some time or other when I think of it I'll take off a lighter print, which may improve the looks of the thing." Not having the least suspicion there could be anything singular connected with that second view of the hermit's house, Bluff did not pursue the subject any further. Of course Will had his flashlight working again.
It seems that one night this man and a lady who may have been the former Miss Sanderson, though the description of her like most amateur descriptions wasn't very accurate, were dining at the Lorraine. The Lorraine is getting up a new booklet about its accommodations and a photographer had been engaged to take a flashlight of the dining-room for the booklet.
And, honest, I'd done the same if she'd been wall-eyed and toggle-jointed, just for the sake of blockin' off his little game. It wa'n't until a couple of days later, when she shoots over a casual flashlight look as I'm strollin' past, that I takes any partic'lar notice of what a Daisy Maizie she is. There's more or less class to her lines, all right, not to mention a pair of rollin' brown eyes.
Directly facing him was the open door of another room, and Jimmie Dale, moving softly forward, entered it. He had never been in Spider Jack's before, and his first concern was to form an intimate acquaintanceship with his surroundings. Again the flashlight circled, and again went out. "No windows!" muttered Jimmie Dale under his breath. "Nothing very fancy about the architecture!
On the edge of sixty, this poet is doing his best singing and best thinking. Sometimes an author who has been writing all his life will, under the flashlight of inspiration, reveal deep places by a few words formed into some phrase that burns its way into literature. In spite of an excess of sentimentality, which is her besetting sin, she has written much excellent verse.
With the aid of a box discovered under the rear porch, several of the men climbed in one by one and found themselves in a large unfurnished room, architecturally intended, perhaps, as a dining room. Each of the three uniformed policemen carried an electric flashlight and with the aid of these an examination of the house was begun. But not a trace of the missing girls could be found.
"The process of elimination again!" he muttered. "I seem to be obsessed with that to-night. Well, not being here, there's only one place the bonds can be. The process of elimination has its advantages." The flashlight circled around the room, and held for a moment on the electric-light switch near the door. "It must be after halfpast one," said Jimmie Dale and suddenly snapped off his light.
But apparently his entrance had disturbed no one, and taking heart of grace, he pulled out a tiny flashlight and pressed the button. The light revealed a large attic partly filled with trunks and worn furniture.
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