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"Let's save the sarcasm until later. I called you in. It's your case. What do you want me to do?" "Talk a little, maybe. The other one now this one. The same killer?" "I think so." "What does he look like?" "Medium height. One-eighty. Around forty. And dangerous." "Dangerous, he says," Abrams muttered. "Any idea where we might go to have a little talk with him?" "No, can't say that I have."
Just then I heard a sound in the hall, and footsteps approaching. What should I do? Without stopping to reflect, I closed the closet-door. As I did so, the sitting-room door was opened, and my step-mother entered, accompanied by Mark Abrams. "'Be seated, my mother said blandly; and in my covert I wondered what could be coming.
Moss Abrams, had carried off, promising to have the bill "done" by a party with whose intimacy Mr. Abrams was favoured. And it chanced that Strong heard of this transaction at the place where the writings had been drawn, in the back-parlour, namely, of Mr. Santiago's cigar-shop, where the Chevalier was constantly in the habit of spending an hour in the evening. "He is at his old work again," Mr.
Something had happened to his mind and he was busy struggling with it. That was all that was important. The strange lethargy that came like a cloud over his mind was beyond understanding. Captain Abrams looked into the closet and back at Brent Taber. His lips were back a little off his teeth. With Abrams, this indicated anger. "All right. What does Washington do about this one?
He hit both Brent Taber and Captain Abrams simultaneously, sprawling them both and sending Abrams' gun spinning out of his hand. He leaped over them and dashed down the hall where the elevator man waited uncertainly, not sure whether to dispute the right of way or not. His indecision was fatal.
Can do?" "Hmmm." The other thought rapidly but cogently for some minutes. "With a few minor variations, yes. But why? ... oh, I see. You want to get in with the gang, is that it?" When Hanlon nodded Abrams continued, "you're playing a dangerous game, but that's what we've learned to expect of your Corpsmen. A wonderful group!" "Thanks."
We had been walking toward the hotel, and the chatty agent left us under its veranda just as the light drops began to patter down in the dust of the road, and to dim the outlines of the distant hills. "I reckon that's the gang," said Fitzhugh. "I told you so," said Abrams. "I knew it was one of Tom Terrill's sneaky tricks." "Shall we take a look for 'em?" asked Lockhart.
I was 'feerd the rain would keep you away." Then he grasped the hand of the rabbi with his cold, clammy fingers, and with an intense gaze of the wild eyes, said again, "Do you know me, Marster Abrams? Tell me, do you know me?" The rabbi looked earnestly at him and after a moment's pause said dubiously: "Is it old Uncle Peter Martinet, the carrier of the 'Courier'?"
My precautions were not called to a test, and we reached Livermore at near eleven o'clock, without further incident than a report from Abrams that the spies of the enemy got off the train at every station and watched for our landing.
And what easier way to make Abrams play ball with me I had nothing against him, and didn't want to really kill him than to let him think I was still a Corpsman, after he'd seen me when I was still a cadet. I didn't know he'd turn yellow and squeal." He looked contemptuously at Abrams, then turned back to the leader and made his voice very earnest, very emphatic. "But I've told you the truth!
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