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Updated: September 15, 2025
As a forlorn hope he telephoned to the Anita Lawton Club, only to learn that Miss Brunell had sent in her resignation as secretary early that morning, but told nothing of her future plans, except that she was leaving town for an indefinite period. There was nothing more to be learned by another examination of the dismantled shop, and the young operative turned his steps reluctantly homeward.
"'I know. My father smiled as he spoke, an odd, slow smile which somehow held no mirth or welcome. 'I noted the family resemblance at once. A relative of yours was at one time associated with me in business. "The young man laughed shortly. "You mean my uncle, I guess. He's retired now. Well, Mr. Brunell, shall we get to business?
"Look here!" she said, shortly. "If you wanted us for receiving stolen goods, you wouldn't come around here with a warrant for Wally's arrest as a suspicious character, an' you wouldn't have worked that Brunell plant. What's your lay?" "Information," responded Morrow, frankly. "The police don't know where the plate was, for those ten days, and there's no immediate need that they should.
Then he opened his overcoat cautiously and peered within. The kitten was sleeping peacefully, and he heaved a sigh of relief, glancing up just in time to see Emily Brunell pass quickly through her own gate and up to the door. He sat motionless on the steps of Mrs.
I can imagine what you must be trying to endure just now, Miss Lawton, but please believe that it will not last much longer. And don't worry about your secretary; Emily Brunell will be with you again soon, I think." "Emily Brunell!" repeated Anita, in surprise. "You know, then?" "Yes. And, strange as it may seem, she is indirectly concerned in the conspiracy against you, but innocently so.
Brunell had even invited him to his little shop and shown him with unsuspecting enthusiasm his process for making the maps which were sold to the public schools. Morrow had seen no evidence of anything wrong, either in the little shop or the home life of the father and daughter; nor had he observed Paddington who was well known to him in the neighborhood.
Blaine" Morrow's words came with a rush, as if he was glad, now that the issue had been raised, to meet it squarely "I love Emily Brunell. Whatever her father is, or has done, she is guiltless of any complicity, and I can't stand by and see her suffer, much less be the one to precipitate her grief by bringing her father to justice.
From this he had a key made in anticipation of orders from his chief, requiring a thorough search of the little shop orders which for the first time in his career, he shrank from. He made no effort to scrape an acquaintance with Brunell himself, but frequently encountered, as if by accident, the daughter Emily, on her way to and from the subway station.
Blaine cleaned up that case eventually, you know recovered the plate and caught the butler in Southampton, under the noses of the Scotland Yard men. I want to know what you can tell me about Brunell and about your nephew, Charley Pennold." Walter opened his lips, but closed them without speech, and his wife replied for him. "We're no snitchers," she said coldly. "There's nothin' we can tell.
"I'll try to see that you don't suffer for your enforced share in the Lawton conspiracy, Brunell. It seems to me that you've already gone through trouble enough on that score, great as was the damage you half-unwittingly wrought," Blaine remarked, reassuringly adding: "But why didn't you come forward before, and give your testimony?"
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