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"A man named James Burns put in a claim for a vote on behalf of land held at Stroangebbah. He had none there. What he had was at Aughkeely, and this was not sufficient to entitle him to vote. Yes, his name should be spelt Byrnes, but the Irish often prefer the Protestant form of the name. Well, nobody believed that he was the tenant of Stroangebbah; he was said to be a lodger only.
"The heathen rides like a Cossack," remarked a fireman who had seen a Wild West show "they're the greatest riders in the world." The word seemed to electrify Svangvsk. He grinned wider than ever. "Yas yas me Cossack," he spluttered, striking his chest. "Cossack!" repeated John Byrnes, thoughtfully, "ain't that a kind of a Russian?"
It is possible that had Byrnes lived to take the field against Federation, as it was thought he would, Queensland might not have become one of the States, except under certain saving conditions. I was present at the funeral ceremony in St. Stephen's Cathedral, and saw many hardened politicians brushing tears off. It was felt that a great man and a good man had passed away. Mr.
For six months Byrnes had tried everything to bring the crime home to him, but in vain. At last he sent out and had McGloin and his two "pals" arrested, but so that none of them knew of the plight of the others. McGloin was taken to Mulberry Street, and orders were given to bring the others in at a certain hour fifteen or twenty minutes apart.
"From the first we have known that there was a conspiracy against Uncle Sam, but the question has always been 'Who? and not 'What for? The purpose of the alleged treaty has never been a mystery. What we are here for is to catch the conspirators with the goods, as Inspector Byrnes used to say. And now you've solved the puzzle!" "Quit yer kiddin'!" exclaimed Jimmie.
But I had dreams of murder and the hiding of dead bodies. I must have walked. It was fate." "But the wounds upon the body? How about them?" asked Byrnes. "They must have been made while he was pounding the body down into the earth," said Deever, quickly. Then he turned to Nick. "You promised me an arrest within the hour," he said; "now let me have the satisfaction of seeing it formally made."
The world owes no man a living except as the price of honest work. But, wrathful and hungry, he walks easily into the trap. That was what Inspector Byrnes meant by calling the cheap lodging houses nurseries of crime. I have personally, as a police reporter, helped trace many foul crimes to these houses where they were hatched.
In fact, there was no doubt that "Inspector Byrnes" considered himself assistant warden at the jail, and he did not waste much time in talk either. The Pretty Lady had ways of her own to make us know when things were wrong in the household, although she used to utter a great many sounds, either of pleasure or perturbation, which we came to understand.
However, there was nothing to be done but ascertain if the eminent man was at home, and able to give his attention to a somewhat urgent case. The poor girl, too, was evidently suffering, and in a highly nervous state, and it would have been cruel, now that the opportunity had presented itself, to keep her for a single instant from the restoratives doubtless at hand. Dr. Byrnes was to be seen.
"I'll talk to whom I please," Love answered, and just then William Byrnes came riding into sight. Murieta took one look at the man whom he had known in the days when he walked unfeared among his fellows and let his eyes go around the circle of riders; he saw Three-Fingered Jack watching him narrowly. His hand stole up along the mare's glossy neck.
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