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Sydenham had any business to do for me at the safe-deposit vaults I would let him have the key temporarily." "You gave it to him on that particular day, the 9th of January?" continued Indiman. "Yes." "Where is it now?" almost shouted Indiman. "Here," said Mr. Sandford, in surprise. "On my key-ring." "Exactly. There is the broken link in our psychological chain. When Mr.

Peter's hand, and Bobby says, 'An omen, and he takes out his own key-ring and the first one he tries fits the lock and the door flies open, and Bobby lifts the cup, locks the door, goes down to the steps by the Doge's palace no gondola too late, you know, so he puts the cup in his teeth, takes a header, and swims to the yacht. When he comes alongside they hail him, and he comes up the ladder.

Zita entered the apartment and they crossed over to the chaise-longue, where Zita made her direct plea. "Help me find the record of my birth," she begged. Paul pulled his wandering wits together and thought a moment; then a particularly crafty look came into his eyes as he detached a key from his key-ring. "Here, take this," he directed. "It's the key to my father's apartment.

This key was one of several on a key-ring, and, taking it from its place, I dropped the whole bunch in my pocket. This action at once put me in my rightful place. The two men watching me unconsciously assumed a more deferential air, and, though they said nothing, I could see that their respect for my authority had increased.

Further search brought a thick roll of money, some loose silver, a key-ring with seven or eight keys, eyeglasses in a silver case, handkerchiefs, a gold pencil, a knife, and such trifles as any man might have in his pockets, but no directly identifying piece of property. R. S. was embroidered in tiny white letters on the handkerchiefs, and a monogram R. S. was on his seal ring.

And when he came out and saw me standing there, he deliberately turned around and locked the door!" "Whew!" Val commented. "Yes, I felt that way too. So I simply asked him what he was doing and he made some silly remark about Bluebeard's chamber. He means to keep his old secret, too, 'cause he put the key on his key-ring when he didn't know I was watching him."

Shall we take these keys, and this key-ring and use them faithfully? It will mean intimate friendship with God. And that is the one secret of power, fresh, and ever freshening. There is a simple story told of an old German friend of God which illustrates all of this with a charming picturesqueness.

For I am pastorally inclined this morning, Patricia; I wish to lie at your feet and pipe amorous ditties upon an oaten reed. Have you such an article about you, Patricia?" He drew a key-ring from his pocket, and pondered over it.

Finally, with an incredible spring, it leapt on to the chain supporting the lamp above my head, and with the garish shade swinging and spinning wildly, clung there looking down at me like an acrobat on a trapeze. The tiny, bluish face, completely framed in grotesque whiskers, enhanced the illusion of an acrobatic comedian. Never for a moment did it release its hold upon the key-ring.

And my desire was granted, for I saw near a corner of Broadway and Twenty-ninth Street, a little flaxen-haired man with a face like a scaly-bark hickory-nut, selling to a fast-gathering crowd a tool that omnigeneously proclaimed itself a can-opener, a screw-driver, a button-hook, a nail-file, a shoe-horn, a watch-guard, a potato-peeler, and an ornament to any gentleman's key-ring.