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Wynne, who had also alighted and was paying the driver. The small sole-leather grip was on the ground between his feet as he ransacked his pocketbook. A settlement was reached, the cabby nodded, touched his horse with his whip and continued to jog on up Fifth Avenue. "Now, he didn't order that chap to come back or he wouldn't have paid him," the detective reasoned.

Vincent?" asked Robert, taking out his pocketbook. "Certainly; she was then living at No. 9 Crescent Villas, Brompton." "Ah, to be sure," muttered Mr. Audley, a recollection of last September flashing suddenly back upon him as the surgeon spoke. "Crescent Villas yes, I have heard the address before from Lady Audley herself. This Mrs. Vincent telegraphed to my uncle's wife early in last September.

From such a family comes he who breaks laws for his pocketbook and impedes the enactment of laws lest human rights should prevent his acquisition of wealth; he who hates his brother man unless that brother has more than he has; the foe of the kingdom of goodness and peace and brotherhood. And goodness is as contagious as badness. Children catch the spirit of social love and idealism in the family.

Almost involuntarily the fellow put his hand to his right vest pocket and brought forth a gold match safe. Ned took it into his hand and touched the spring which lifted the top. "There seems to be a new wire in the hinge," he said. "Yes, the old one wore out." Ned opened his pocketbook and took out the gold wire he had found in the cellar by the side of the powder.

If you need a servant at this time I would do my best to give satisfaction. I put down the application, and took the anonymous letter about the bag from my pocketbook. "Read this, Sperry," I said. "You know the letter. Mrs. Dane read it to us Saturday night. But compare the writing." He compared the two, with a slight lifting of his eyebrows. Then he put them down. "Hawkins!" he said.

I cannot say that I suffered under any actual alarm, for I felt next to certain that neither Shifty Dick nor Jerry had got a chance of setting eyes on so small a thing as the pocketbook while they were in the kitchen; but there was a kind of vague distrust troubling me a suspicion of the night a dislike of being left by myself, which I never remember having experienced before.

The boss went back to the office to get his pocketbook; McLaughlin saw him; then he went down the stairs; Nahum, he he fired; he had been hidin' underneath the stairs. Carl Olfsen caught him, and he's in jail. Your daughter she was there when the shot came, and run up and held his head. The young boss he sent her in Dr. James's buggy to Mrs. Lloyd to break the news. She 'ain't got home?"

Following the impulse that urged him, he secured the Handbill in his pocketbook snatched up the card which his patient had presented as her introduction and instantly left the house. He called the first cab that passed him, and drove to Miss Jethro's lodgings. "Gone" was the servant's answer when he inquired for her. He insisted on speaking to the landlady.

Her own face was by this time wreathed in smiles; she saw the man was a gentleman who had intended only to be courteous. "Is that what ye came to tell me?" she cried. "No, but I would have done so if I had ever watched you work. Oh, here it is," he continued, drawing out his pocketbook.

They turned into the hotel, and the handcuffs were removed while the young man took out his pocketbook and paid his reckoning. Then he turned to them. "I must ask you to accompany me to my room while I gather my toilet necessities together." This they did, G. B. Stiles and the sheriff walking one on either side, while the Swede followed at their heels.