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Say, Sis, he's had a life for you! Full of adventure, all kinds of sport. And Bisbee shot first, too. But the Kid got him!" he concluded triumphantly. "Galloway told me all about it . . . and what a blundering rummy the fool sheriff is." "Galloway?" queried Virginia uneasily. "You know him too, already?" "Sure," replied Elmer. "He's a good sort, too, You'll like him. I asked him around."
"'Well, says I, 'if you was as big a man as he takes you to be, nine rooms and bath in the Hall of Fame, rent free till October 1st, would be about your size. "'You've caught the idea, says Denver. 'I've given him the wizard grip and the cabalistic eye. The glamour that emanates from yours truly has enveloped him like a North River fog. He seems to think that Señor Galloway is the man who.
Galloway did, for he knew that Lady Augusta did not always weigh her words before speaking. In the evening this same evening, mind, after the call at the office of Lady Augusta Mr. Jenkins proceeded towards home when he left his work. He took the road through the cloisters.
Galloway lingered somewhere behind. Jenkins truehearted Jenkins, in the black handkerchief still was doubly respectful to Arthur, and rose to welcome him; a faint hectic of pleasure illumining his face at the termination of the charge. "Who said our office was going to be put down for a thief's!" uttered Roland. "Old Galloway's a trump! Here's your place, Arthur." Arthur did not take it.
"He suspected that it was all in the family, Mr. Galloway," cried Hamish, in his gay good humour. "It appears that he laid the charge of that little affair to me." "Nonsense!" said Mr. Galloway. "We both did," exclaimed Constance, coming forward with tears in her eyes.
The brief, almost breathless silence within, which had followed the Kid's laugh, had already been dissipated by the customary Casa Blanca sounds; a guitar was strumming, chips clicked, a bottle was set heavily upon the bar, a chair scraped. Norton frowned; a moment ago something happened in there to still men's tongues. What was it? It was Galloway who gave him his answer.
The coroner, a short, stout, commonplace little man, jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped, and bustled into the inn with an air of fussy official importance, leaving his companions to follow. "Good day, Galloway," he exclaimed, as that officer came forward to greet him. "I hope you've got everything ready." "Everything's ready, Mr. Edgehill. Do you intend to commence before lunch?"
Here lay hid the very keynote of that ambitious character: he stooped to nothing less than greatness for a triumph over his slanderers. I rose betimes the next morning to find the sun peeping above the wavy line of the Scottish hills far up the. Solway, and the brigantine sliding smoothly along in the lee of the Galloway Rhinns.
The spasm of sudden terror which contorted the innkeeper's face was a revelation to the three men who were watching him closely. "I don't know anything about it," he quavered weakly. "That won't go down, Benson!" Galloway was quick to follow up his stroke, shaking his head fiercely, like a dog worrying a rat. "You were seen carrying the body downstairs, the night of the murder.
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