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Jellicoe was apparently not in conversational mood. He uttered no word for quite three minutes. At the end of which time he gave a sound midway between a snort and a sigh. "I say, Jackson!" he said. "Yes?" "Have you oh, nothing." Silence again. "Jackson." "Hello?" "I say, what would your people say if you got sacked?" "All sorts of things. Especially my father. Why?" "Oh, I don't know.
You're just in time to assist." "What's it all about?" asked the newcomer. "Are you going or coming?" he inquired, as he looked at the partially-filled suitcases and trunks. "Both," answered Walter. "You're coming and they're going." "Good!" was the comment. "Hello, Cora Bess Belle " He paused as he nodded to each of the girls, and looked questioningly at Marita in the corner with Jack.
I am about to Sherlock. Farewell." At the door he overtook Jack. "Aha! The first link in the chain. Hello, old chap, a word with you. May I get into your car?" "Certainly. Get in." "Now then, about that note. Nothing like diplomacy. The night of the hockey dance you sent a note to a lady?" Jack glanced at him in amazement. "Don't be an ass, Vic. I don't feel like that stuff just now."
Two weeks of the month were gone when a telegram from the high official of the S. & C. summoned him to the city. The railroad man, in the secrecy of his private office, greeted the promoter with his usual, "Hello, Jeff. I see The King's Basin is still on the map."
He whirled, he dived for a cigar store and for a telephone. "Hello!" he called, after the long wait for connections. "Mr. Mason? Don't look for me tomorrow I believe I'll not be there." "But you haven't given it up?" "Given up?" Houston laughed with sudden enthusiasm. "No I've just started. Put the date off a day or two until I can try something that's buzzing around in my head.
They had made the discovery, by the way, that the proper word of salutation at Brimfield was "Hi"! It was invariably "Hi, Billy"! "Hi, Joe"! and the usual "Hello" was never heard. Eventually Steve and Tom became properly addicted to the "Hi"! habit, but it was some time before they were able to keep from showing their newness by "Helloing" each other.
He had left his lights full on for the benefit of watchers, and the hall-lamp glowed convincingly through the fanlight. Beale's flat was in darkness, and a slip of paper fastened to the door gave his address. The doctor let himself into his own rooms, closed the door, switched out the light and stepped into his bureau. "Hello," he said angrily, "what are you doing here? I told you not to come."
It was getting late and the service was slackening up. I had some trouble, especially in getting a good connection, but at last I got headquarters and was overjoyed to hear O'Connor's bluff, Irish voice boom back at me. "Hello, Jameson," he called. "Where on earth are you? I've been trying to get hold of Kennedy for a couple of hours. Rockledge? Well, is Kennedy there? Put him on, will you?"
A few minutes later, while he was filling in the cheque, a dusty youth in riding clothes and spurs came in and found a seat by one of the windows, into which he dropped, and then looked about him for a servant. "Hello, Fleetwood!" said Mortimer, glancing over his shoulder to see whose spurs were ringing on the polished floor.
"Hello, Brent, I am glad to see you! I want to introduce you to Mrs. Palmer" that name pronounced with the unconscious pride of the possessor of the jewel. Brent bowed. Susan forced a smile. "We," Palmer hastened on, "are on a sort of postponed honeymoon. I didn't announce the marriage didn't want to have my friends out of pocket for presents.
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