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Hepplewhite proceeded to court flanked by his distinguished counsel in frock coats and tall hats simply because he had been served with a dirty-brown subpoena by Tutt & Tutt; and his distress was not lessened by the crowd of reporters who joined him at the entrance of the Criminal Courts Building; or by the flashlight bomb that was exploded in the corridor in order that the evening papers might reproduce his picture on the front page.
Jimmie sat up, wrinkling his nose until one would think it never would smooth out again, and gazed at Ned with provoking grin. "Gee!" he cried. "I thought I was mixing it with six Chinks! Wonder you wouldn't knock before entering a private room!" "I did knock," laughed Ned, rising from the floor and taking the flashlight. "Yes, you knocked me down," grunted Jimmie.
Hesitantly, following the flashlight's directing ray, covered by Jimmie Dale's automatic, Meighan, muttering, made his way across the room, and crouched down behind the back of a large lounging chair. Jimmie Dale leaned nonchalantly against the jamb of the door, the flashlight holding a bead upon the chair.
Scotty dropped his flashlight and back-pedaled frantically. Grinning, Rick kept his camera grinding. Scotty turned and saw that Rick was shooting, and held both hands to his face in mock dismay. Rick cut and secured the camera to an outcropping with its safety line. Scotty picked up his light and crawled slowly into the opening.
They stumbled on, and then came to a halt behind the college salesman. He shot out a gleam of radiance from a pocket electric flashlight and opened a door. "Hurry up!" he whispered, and as the others slipped in he closed and locked the portal. "Are the shades down, Hashmi?" he asked. "Of a surely, yes." "Then show the fellows what your ancestors sent you."
"The fact is we have to pass close to the fence in order to strike that trail through the woods." "The one he took when he struck my trap, and set my flashlight off, eh, Frank?" asked Will. "Of course it was that trail and no other," said Frank; "you remember we followed it before, and came to the Point.
I'll look like an observation ballooner, or whatever you call 'em." "Good idea," said Tom, "and look!" "A souveneerr?" cried Archer. "The best you ever saw," Tom answered, rooting in the engine tool chest by the aid of the flashlight and hauling out a pair of rubber gloves. "What good are those?" said Archer, somewhat scornfully. "What good! They're a passport into Switzerland."
Another soldier wrote to his father telling about the first day of attack as he saw it: "Hell has let loose. The woods are a mass of whistling shell and shrapnel. Every time the big twelves go off the flash lights up the entire camp like a flashlight picture, then the ground heaves and tumbles like old Lake Michigan does on a stormy day.
As he started down the steps with the flashlight of one of the policemen in his hand, he was surprised to feel a strong current of wind blowing upward into his face. "They must have opened one of the windows," he surmised; but he quickly dismissed the suggestion after flashing his light around the cellar.
He gathered up the discarded garments, tucked them into the opening in the wall, replaced the baseboard, slipped the automatic and flashlight into the side pockets of his coat and stood up, his fingers feeling swiftly over his vest and under the back of his coat to guard against the possibility of any tell-tale bulge from the leather girdle underneath.
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