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We were told at the batteries, upon my seeing of the field-guns that were there, that, had they come a day sooner, they had been able to have saved all; but they had no orders, and lay lingering upon the way, and did not come forward for want of direction. Commissioner Pett's house was all unfurnished, he having carried away all his goods.
I can't understand why the Chronicle takes such an interest in Jimmy Crocker." "Well, you see he used to be a newspaper man, and the Chronicle was the paper he worked for." Ann flushed. "I know," she said shortly. Something in her tone arrested Mr. Pett's attention. "Yes, yes, of course," he said hastily. "I was forgetting." There was an awkward silence. Mr. Pett coughed. The matter of young Mr.
Pett's office on Pine Street at ten-thirty the next morning his expressed intention of getting up early enough to be there by nine having proved an empty boast he was in a high state of preparedness.
I went to the 'Change, and there found most people gone, and so home to dinner, and thence to Sir W. Warren's, and with him past the whole afternoon, first looking over two ships' of Captain Taylor's and Phin. Pett's now in building, and am resolved to learn something of the art, for I find it is not hard and very usefull, and thence to Woolwich, and after seeing Mr.
25th. Up very early and removed the things out of my chamber into the dining room, it being to be new floored this day. So the workmen being come and falling to work there, I to the office, and thence down to Lymehouse to Phin. Pett's about masts, and so back to the office, where we sat; and being rose, and Mr.
"About his habits, now?" said the sergeant, ignoring Miss Pett's suggestion. "Did he go walking on the Shawl every night?" "Regular as clock-work," answered the housekeeper. "He used to read and write a deal at night then he'd side away all his books and papers, get his supper, and go out for an hour, walking round and about.
Pett's woman's heart was interrupted by the opening of the door and the deep, respectful voice of Mr. Crocker. "Mr. Sturgis." The detective entered briskly, as if time were money with him as indeed it was, for the International Detective Agency, of which he was the proprietor, did a thriving business. He was a gaunt, hungry-looking man of about fifty, with sunken eyes and thin lips.
Mother would fire you if you touched him. She wouldn't stand for having her chauffeur beaten up." Jerry Mitchell turned an appealing face to Ann. Ogden's revelations and especially his eulogy of Biggs' personal appearance had tormented him. He knew that, in his wooing of Mrs. Pett's maid, Celestine, he was handicapped by his looks, concerning which he had no illusions.
Pett's, the builder, and there was very kindly received, and among other things he did offer my Lady Batten a parrot, the best I ever saw, that knew Mingo so soon as it saw him, having been bred formerly in the house with them; but for talking and singing I never heard the like.
It was past one o'clock in the morning. The wicked Forties were still ablaze with light and noisy foxtrots; but in the virtuous Hundreds, where Mr. Pett's house stood, respectable slumber reigned. Only the occasional drone of a passing automobile broke the silence, or the love-sick cry of some feline Romeo patrolling a wall-top. Jimmy was awake.
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