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Updated: May 11, 2025
Monsieur Pete! Who has anger at Monsieur Ant'ony for because I, Mignon, 'ave look once again at Monsieur, who is so kind to all who I ave pain? Monsieur Pete! Who is insult good girl? That's me. Monsieur Pete! Who is spend much money tonight, who yesterday was br-r-oke? Monsieur Pete! Who, zen, should you swing on ze rope?" She waited.
"Spotty Collins was found in Blue Ravine this morning, robbed and murdered. You see, he had a lot of money on him from the dog fight." "But ze beeg hound?" "He was shot, too." "Ze murderer, zey 'ave caught?" "Not yet. They say the sheriff's on his trail, though. He just got back from Sacramento and he went right out. By jinks, he's coming now! An' he's got 'im!" "Mon Dieu! It is Monsieur Ant'ony!"
It was I hesitate, and yet you are bound to learn, my dear friends, it was this Ant'ony." His moment had indeed been worth waiting for. It even went far to atone for the sense of injury under which he smarted; for the banker was stricken speechless, and his daughter went deathly white. Her eyes began to fill with horror. Garavel was the first to recover himself. "Infamous! It is unbelievable!
"You are still joking," said Miss Garavel. "In Baltimore I read the newspapers about that Gans. He was a-box-fighter, what?" "Exactly. But he never carried a Secretary." Alfarez's countenance was sallow as he inquired: "Does Senor Ant'ony discover our climate to be still agreeable?" "Very. It hasn't grown too warm for me yet." "We are but approaching our 'ot season." The speaker's eyes snapped.
"Yes," the Spaniard exclaimed. "It is my great regret that Senor Ant'ony did not remain for longer." "Ramon is with the President's party this evening. He is Senor Galleo's Secretary, you know." "I informed you concerning those good fortunes some time since, eh?" Ramon's insulting stare made Kirk long to take him by the throat. "Yes, you told me. I suppose it is a fine position."
Oh, there is no mistake. Within the hour I have been talking with this detective, and he has the papers of proof. It will be in the newspapers, every one will know shortly. Last night, when Senor Cortlan' made his accusation, there was a frightful quarrel, and Ant'ony swore to kill him. At dawn the poor husband is found shot on the sea wall. Is not that enough?" "It is indeed!" gasped the father.
"Silence!" thundered the banker. "Yonder stands your affianced husband." "It is a mistake " she persisted, gently. "No, no, no! There is no mistake," chattered Ramon. "Those other men have told all, and your Ant'ony is now in the Carcel under guard. It was I who saw to his arrest." The slender figure swayed, a tiny olive hand fluttered to her breast. "Ramon, you must not heed her, she is upset.
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