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'Neither breeks nor kilts, he declared heavily, 'can cover deceit. Ye're under age, Macgreegor. Ye're but eichteen! 'Nineteen, Uncle Purdie. 'Eh? An' when was ye nineteen? 'This mornin'. Mr. Purdie's hand went to his mouth in time to stop a guffaw. Presently he soberly inquired what his nephew's parents had said on the matter. 'I ha'ena tell't them yet. 'Ah, that's bad.
He met Melky Rubinstein emerging from the door; Melky immediately pulled out a telegram which he thrust into Purdie's hand. "Just come, mister!" exclaimed Melky. "There's a word for you in it I was going to your hotel. Read what he says." Purdie unfolded the pink paper and read.
Purdie's one of us, so to speak you can tell us anything you like, before him. We were going into details when you come there's some strange business on, Mr. Penniket! And we want to get a bit clear about it before we tell the police what we know." "You know something that they don't know?" asked Mr. Penniket. "More than a bit!" replied Melky, laconically.
He took the letters, saw that the writing on the registered envelope was his old friend John Purdie's, and that the other letter was from the magazine to which he had sold his stories, and turned to Ayscough. "Come up to my room," he continued. "We'll talk up there."
Robinson put in, 'an' the Kaiser hissel' couldna stop her, Still, Macgreegor, she's an auld frien', an' it wud be a peety to offend her. Ye'll be mair at hame there nor ye was at yer Aunt Purdie's swell affair. Dod, Lizzie, thon was a gorgeous banquet!
This the horses would not eat, consequently we had to feed them on flour and water. On arrival, I disposed of everything at high prices. Thus flour, 200lb. bag for £20, and other things at like values. When at Purdie's camp, a packer that is, a carrier using pack horses came in with his horses, one of which had thrown his shoe. This rendered the horse useless to travel over the stony ridges.
Did ever ye hear the like? Macgreegor's got five pound frae his Aunt Purdie! Dod, but that's a braw birthday 'She said it was for accidental expenses, stammered the son. Lizzie turned and looked at him. 'What ails ye the day, laddie? 'Uncle Purdie's gaun to keep ma place for me, he floundered. 'Keep yer place for ye! cried John. 'What's a' this aboot accidental expenses? Ha'e ye got hurt?
Her heart burnt with a strange mingling of envy, jealousy, loneliness, shame, and eagerness to know more ... Then came Uncle Mathew's visit; then Caroline Purdie's disgrace. The count was fully charged.
Zillah suddenly clapped her hands and she and Melky exchanged significant glances which the others did not understand. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "That's what puzzled me at first. Now I'm not puzzled any more. Melky knows what I mean." "What she means, mister," assented Melky, tapping Purdie's arm, "is precisely what struck me at once. It's just as Mr.
I have made up for yesterday's short task. He was deprived of his humble friend and staunch henchman, Thomas Purdie. The following little note to Laidlaw shows how keenly he felt his death: "MY DEAR WILLIE, I write to tell you the shocking news of poor Tom Purdie's death, by which I have been greatly affected.
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