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George and his friends to that far-away house in McDougle Street with the hokey-pokey man outside the door entered with the poetry of deference; and if, as he bent low, there was a lift and droop of his eyelids which tokened utter bewilderment, not to say agitation, he was careful that the prince should not see that. "Her Highness, the Princess of Yaque, Mrs. Hastings, Mr.
"You showed some surprise, I remember," continued the prince, "when I told you, in McDougle Street, that we of Yaque understand the Fourth Dimension." McDougle Street. The sound smote the ear of St. George much as would the clang of the fire patrol in the midst of light opera. "Yes, yes," he said, his attention now completely chained.
Hastings fretfully commented. "I'm sure, Olivia," she said, "I think it is frightfully unwomanly in you " "To take so much interest in my own murder?" Miss Holland asked in amusement. "Aunt Dora, I'm going to do more: I suggest that you and Mr. Frothingham and I go with Mr. St. George to this address in McDougle Street " "My dear Olivia!" shrilled Mrs.
The latter had an educated Scotchman with them, McDougle by name, the ranch bookkeeper, who always went into town in advance to order cars. McDougle had a weakness for the cup, and on one occasion he fell into the hands of my men, who humored his failing, marching him through the streets, saloons, and hotels shouting at the top of his voice, "Hunter, Anthony & Company are going to ship!"
No. 19 McDougle Street had been chosen as a likely market by a "hokey-pokey" man, who had wheeled his cart to the curb before the entrance. There, despite Mrs. Hastings' coach-man's peremptory appeal, he continued to dispense stained ice-cream to the little denizens of No. 19 and the other houses in the row.
The prince, it appeared, had sent his servant early that morning to assure them that all was in readiness, a bit of oriental courtesy which made no impression upon St. George, though it explained the prompt withdrawal from 19 McDougle Street. When she had finished, St. George rose and stood before the fire, looking down at her from a world of uncertainty.
It bore a single name and address: Tabnit, 19 McDougle Street, New York. St. George lunched leisurely at his hotel. Upon his return from Westchester he had gone directly to McDougle Street to be assured that there was a house numbered 19.
George, the colour dyeing her face and throat, her manner a bewildering mingling of graciousness and hauteur. "My aunt is right," she said tranquilly, "we never have received any newspaper representative. Therefore, we are unfortunate never to have met one. You were saying that we should send some one to McDougle Street?" St. George was aware of his heart-beats.
Don't tell any one else." "'Billy Enny took a penny," hummed Little Cawthorne in perfect tranquillity. St. George set off at once for the McDougle Street house. A thousand doubts beset him and he felt that if he could once more be face to face with the amazing prince these might be better cleared away.
Frothingham said acidly, "became very much involved in their statements concerning this matter." "This 'Tabnit," said Miss Holland, and flashed a smile of pretty deference at the lawyer to console him for her total neglect of his comment, "in McDougle Street. Who can he be? he is a man, I suppose. And where is McDougle Street?" St. George explained the location, and Mrs.
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