United States or Bosnia and Herzegovina ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The great man's gaze rested on Frank Rainer with an expression of untroubled benevolence; and at the same instant Faxon's attention was attracted by the presence in the room of another person, who must have joined the group while he was upstairs searching for the seal. The new-comer was a man of about Mr.
Peters, go on with the dinner." With small precise steps he walked out of the door which one of the footmen had hastened to throw open. A momentary silence fell on the group; then Mr. Grisben once more addressed himself to Rainer. "You ought to have gone, my boy; you ought to have gone." The anxious look returned to the youth's eyes. "My uncle doesn't think so, really."
"Certainly. Come in, Mr. Faxon. If you won't think it a liberty " Mr. Grisben, who sat opposite his host, turned his head toward the door. "Of course Mr. Faxon's an American citizen?" Frank Rainer laughed. "That's all right!... Oh, no, not one of your pin-pointed pens, Uncle Jack! Haven't you got a quill somewhere?" Mr.
The great man's gaze rested on Frank Rainer with an expression of untroubled benevolence; and at the same instant Faxon's attention was attracted by the presence in the room of another person, who must have joined the group while he was upstairs searching for the seal. The new-comer was a man of about Mr.
Young Rainer went on to confess that he was extremely fond of dining out, dancing, and other urban distractions; and Faxon, listening to him, concluded that the physician who had refused to cut him off altogether from these pleasures was probably a better psychologist than his seniors. "All the same you ought to be careful, you know."
Only a quarter of a mile from the spot on which Carl Werner had fixed his residence lived a brother German, Franz Rainer. Franz was a widower, with one child, a son, named Ernest. He was a hard, stern man, and the first smiles which had lighted the existence of the young Ernest were caught from the sprightly Meeta and her kind-hearted mother. The children became playfellows and friends.
He ought to have seen to it that a wafer was sent with the document." "Oh, hang it " Frank Rainer pushed the paper aside: "It's the hand of God and I'm as hungry as a wolf. Let's dine first, Uncle Jack." "I think I've a seal upstairs," said Faxon. Mr. Lavington sent him a barely perceptible smile. "So sorry to give you the trouble " "Oh, I say, don't send him after it now.
"I wonder how I blundered into the wrong room just now; I thought you told me to take the second door to the left," Faxon said to Frank Rainer as they followed the older men down the gallery. "So I did; but I probably forgot to tell you which staircase to take. Coming from your bedroom, I ought to have said the fourth door to the right.
The hard breathing of the three was the only sound in that dim room during the rest of the night. The story of Hank Rainer had been told in half a dozen words. Lanning had suspected him, stuck him up at the point of a gun, and then-refused to kill him, in spite of the fact that he knew he was betrayed. After his explanation Hank withdrew to the darkest corner of the room and was silent.
"Go at once," he added, as if a closer look at the youth's face had impressed on him the need of backing up his friend. Young Rainer had turned ashy-pale. He tried to stiffen his mouth into a smile. "Do I look as bad as all that?" Mr. Grisben was helping himself to terrapin. "You look like the day after an earthquake," he said.
Word Of The Day