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"I would have brought your Newmarket if I could have found it, Gertrude." "Her Newmarket!" exclaimed Allen Harrison. "Gertrude hasn't told the Newmarket story, eh? She threw it over a tramp asleep in the rain down at the Spider Water bridge." "What?" " And was going to disown me because I wouldn't give up my overcoat for a tarpaulin." "Gertrude Brock!" exclaimed Mrs. Whitney. "Your Newmarket!
Von Fincke walked over to his desk and seated himself. "Suppose we sit and talk...." "No," defiantly. "The time for talking has gone by. You know, I'll bet my last cent that Whitney has patents pending in the United States Patent Office for his invention. All this waiting for him to finish his work is poppy-cock. Why are you protecting Whitney, unless he's your tool?" Von Fincke laughed.
Whitney, that had nothing but an ordinary lock; but the other door, into the south hall, was unlocked and the keys gone when I first went into the library." "One question more. Do you know whether any one else in the house had knowledge of or access to, these particular keys?" "I don't know for certain, sir, but I think not."
Whitney seem to be the closest to you. If you don't mind I'll call them up. I wonder if you'd object if we had a little luncheon up here, to-morrow? I have a special reason for asking it. I want to insure your safety and we may as well meet on common ground." "There isn't the slightest objection in the world," she replied, as Kennedy reached for the telephone.
Whitney," she sobbed, "called me up and told me that he had something very important to say, a message from you. He said that he had the dagger, in his safe, up in the country. He told me you'd be there and that you expected me to come up with him in his car. I went. We had some trouble with the engine. And then that other car the one that followed us, came up behind and forced us off the bank.
Bless me!" pulling out his handkerchief to mop his face violently, "I don't want to see any finer." "I hope I shall have a sight of Jasper's and Polly's faces when you tell them what you intend to do," said Mrs. Whitney; "where are your cards, father?" "Tell them? I shan't tell them at all," cried the old gentleman; "I'm going to have a surprise, too. No one must know it but you and Mrs. Pepper."
Arthur and Adelaide presently came, flushed with the exercise of the tennis the girl had interrupted. "Mrs. Whitney, here," said Hiram, "tells me her children won't marry without settlements, as it's called. And I've been tellin' her that my son and daughter ain't buyin' and sellin'." Mrs. Whitney hid her fury. "Your father has a quaint way of expressing himself," she said, laughing elegantly.
To be sure, they smoked the room blue; and Mr. Whitney often brought out a bottle of wine, as was the custom then; true, he waited until Delia and Nora had gone upstairs, and taken some of the younger men. Delia had made a strong protest against it, in her humourous way. "I don't so much mind you old fellows, who, if you haven't sense enough not to addle your brains, never will have.
I want to say that they are drawn up subject to the approval of all parties interested, and after you have heard them read, we want you to express your opinions, jointly and severally. Mr. Whitney, as I believe you are the only one who would be able to read those cabalistic signs, we will now listen to you." Amid a general laugh at Mr.
An attempt to dance, while its result had no effect upon his understanding, had caused his partner hastily to seek her chaperon. His only ray of consolation was that she had not been Kathleen Whitney. Come to think of it, she had never thanked him for his orchids.
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