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I didn't like him much, but I'm grateful to him now. I must tell him so some day." "They seemed to know him hereabouts." "He rammed the Caryatid twice with her own steam-pinnace." Presently, moved by long strokes, Mr. Pyecroft returned, skimming across the dark. The dinghy swung up behind him, even as his heel spurned it. "Commander Fasset's compliments to Mr.
"I'll teach you to come alongside properly, if I keep you 'tiffies out all night!" shouted Pyecroft. It was evidently a quotation. Hinchcliffe's face grew livid, and, his hand ever so slightly working on the throttle, the car buzzed twenty yards uphill. "That's enough. We'll take your word for it. The mountain will go to Ma'ommed. Stand fast!"
Pyecroft with ghastly, loose-lipped faces; Judge Harvey and Jack and Mary stared at him with an amazed suspense which they could hardly mask; and Miss Gardner, with whom he had not yet made his peace, breathlessly awaited the next move of this incomprehensible husband of hers. Mr. Pyecroft kept his eyes, for the most part, upon the shrewd, fraud-penetrating features of the unfoilable Mr.
Judge Harvey, irate purchaser of autograph letters, and Mr. Pyecroft, alias Thomas Preston, profuse producer of the same, were under the same roof and were about to meet. What would happen when they came face to face? for she remembered now that a bad likeness of Thomas Preston had several times appeared in the papers. She turned her head toward the doorway and peered through her veil, waiting.
L. Carteret-Jones, and the sooner he digs out in pursuance of Admiralty orders as received at Portsmouth, the better pleased Commander Fasset will be. But there's a lot more " "Whack her up, Mr. Hinchcliffe! Come on to the bridge. We can settle it as we go. Well?" Mr. Pyecroft drew an important breath, and slid off his cap. "Day an' night private signals of Red Fleet complete, Sir!"
De Peyster liked no fiction; and the noble platitudes, the resounding moralizings, the prodigious melodrama, the vast caverns of words of the queen's favorite made Mrs. De Peyster writhe upon her second maid's undentable bed. If only she actually did possess the divine gift of defective hearing with which Mr. Pyecroft had afflicted her!
Moorshed drew out a folded map, cut from a newspaper, of the area of manoeuvres, with the rules that regulate these wonderful things, below. "Well, I suppose I know as much as an average stick-and-string admiral," he said, yawning. "Is our petticoat ready yet, Mr. Pyecroft?" As a preparation for naval manoeuvres these councils seemed inadequate.
Just slip the bracelets on Matilda, too, and carry downstairs the party in bed. We'll call the police ambulance for her, and take the whole bunch over to the station." The party in bed suddenly stiffened as if from a stroke of some kind, and Matilda fairly wilted away. Mr. Pyecroft alone did not change by so much as a hair.
D'you suppose that a man who earns his livin' by runnin' 30-knot destroyers for a parstime for a parstime, mark you! is going to lie down before any blighted land- crabbing steam-pinnace on springs?" Yet that was what he did. Directly under the car he lay and looked upward into pipes petrol, steam, and water with a keen and searching eye. I telegraphed Mr. Pyecroft a question.
Simpson," the outraged Judge continued, "that your family disowned you!" "They were justified, certainly, as I told you at the very first," soberly conceded Mr. Pyecroft. Jack and Mary demanded enlightenment.
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