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"Certainly, mother," said Jack, pushing a slip-covered chair before the fireplace for an open wood fire burned here as in her sitting-room above and letting himself down into the chair slowly and with extreme care and crossing his legs. "I got a sudden invitation from Reggie Atwater to " "You know I do not approve of that young scape-grace!" "I know you don't.
"That fellow McNerney's a smart devil," he said. "He is on the right trail, and there'll be a fight for life when he rounds up Fritz. He is going after his blood. And Fritz will never be taken alive!" The stars were peacefully shining down on New York City, three days later, when Miss Alice Worthington bade adieu to Doctor Atwater.
"Well, pray kindly excuse me!" said Miss Atwater; and she added that she would neither sit on the same steps with Herbert Atwater and Henry Rooter, nor, even if they entreated her with accompanying genuflections, would she have anything else whatever to do with them.
But, remember, a little smart lying will surely cost you your life." Atwater and McNerney listened, in astonishment, as Emil Einstein unveiled the double life of his former patron.
And in an instant he saw the answer to his hurried question in a gush of blood which crimsoned the poor, brave fellow's breast. "It has come!" said Atwater. "How could it and you lying down so!" ejaculated Frank. "I don't know never mind me!" replied Abe, faintly. Then Frank remembered the mysterious shots aimed at him and Sinjin in the woods, and the subsequent solution of the mystery.
"Come down, sir! THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG!" the boy babbled. "Get Doctor Atwater, instantly!" cried McNerney, as he rushed down into the ship's hold. One glance at the guarded door was sufficient. One of the careless keepers was clamoring for admittance, while the other bent over a rigid form lying there, prone and ghastly, in the gray morning light stealing in at the little porthole.
And they never knew anything crazier than makin' all this fuss, because: Well, what if some of it wasn't printed just exactly right, who in the world was goin' to notice it, and what was the difference of just a few words different in that ole poem, anyhow? Her emotion, at first, had been happily stimulated at sight of "BY Florence Atwater."
Looking at him very earnestly, I declared: "My name is Atwater, and so far you are right, but in learning that much about me you must also have learned that I am neither rich nor influential, nor of any special value to a blackmailer. Why choose me out then for your society? Why not choose some one who can talk?" "I find your conversation very interesting."
Atwater murmured absently, but forbore to press her inquiry; and Florence was silent, in a brooding mood. The journalists upon the fence had disappeared from view, during her conversation with her mother; and presently she sighed, and quietly left the room.
No one could have expected to find Noble to-night inside the old, four-square brick house of H. I. Atwater, Senior, chief of the Atwaters and father of too gentle Julia. Moreover, Mr.
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