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Updated: June 17, 2025
Michael Bawdrey, a retired brewer, thirsting for something more enduring than malt to carry his name down the ages became fired with enthusiasm upon the subject, and set forth for Java 'hot foot, as one might say.
Springing from the base of the fourth finger, a perfectly developed fifth appeared, curling inward toward what had once been the palm of the hand, as though, in life, it had been the owner's habit of screening it from observation by holding it in that position. It was, however, perfectly flexible, and Mr. Bawdrey had no difficulty in making it lie out flat after the manner of its mates.
As for 'Jim Rickaby' himself well, you can pave the way for his operations by informing your father, when you get the letter, that he has gone daft on the subject of old china and curios and things of that sort, don't you know." "What a ripping idea!" commented young Bawdrey. "I twig.
Thought you could lead me by the nose, and push me into finding those phials just where you wanted them found, didn't you? Well, you've got a few more thoughts coming. Look here, Captain Travers; what do you think of this fellow's little game? Tried to take me in about you and Mrs. Bawdrey being lovers, and trying to do away with him and his father to get the old man's money."
I've got nine fingers myself, nine and one over, when it comes to that." "No, you haven't, you duffer!" put in young Bawdrey, with a laugh. "You've got eight fingers eight fingers and two thumbs. This bony johnny has nine fingers and two thumbs. That's what makes him a freak. I say, dad, open the beggar's box, and let Rickaby see." His father obeyed the request.
And yesterday God help me! yesterday I, too, dropped like a shot bird; I, too, had the convulsions and the weakness and the fainting fit. My time has begun also!" "Bless my soul! what a diabolical thing!" put in Narkom agitatedly. "No wonder you appealed to me!" "No wonder!" Bawdrey replied.
"Yes, sir. And all waitin' in the arbour, sir, as you told me to have 'em." "Good lad! Get them, and we'll catch the first train back. Mrs. Bawdrey, my best respects. Captain, all good luck to you," said Cleek and swung out into the darkness and the moist, warm fragrance of the night; his mental poise a bit unsteady, his nerves raw.
Besides, as I have said, it was once the property of her late father, a most learned man, sir, most learned, and as it was of sufficient interest for him to retain it oh, well, we collectors are faddists, you know, so I easily persuaded Mrs. Bawdrey to allow me to bring it over to England with me when we took our leave of Java.
Springing from the base of the fourth finger, a perfectly developed fifth appeared, curling inward toward what had once been the palm of the hand, as though, in life, it had been the owner's habit of screening it from observation by holding it in that position. It was, however, perfectly flexible, and Mr. Bawdrey had no difficulty in making it lie out flat after the manner of its mates.
Bawdrey's collection was housed, and from which a broad French window opened out upon the grounds, and it might have caused a scandal had it been known that Mrs. Bawdrey joined him there one minute after leaving the drawing-room.
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