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Rockamore; and demure, fair-haired little Agnes Olson was equally pleased with the prospect of operating a switchboard in the office of Timothy Carlis, the politician. Meantime, back in his office, Henry Blaine was receiving the personal report of Guy Morrow. "The old man seems to be strictly on the level," he was saying.
He paused, and after waiting a full minute, Blaine remarked, quietly, but with marked significance: "Of course. That is self-evident, isn't it?" "Well, then " Carlis stepped back with a satisfied grunt. "He didn't have a soul on earth dependent on him but his daughter. His great fortune is swept away, and that daughter left penniless. But ain't there lots of girls in this world worse off than she?
Carlis," he invited coolly. "Take this chair. What can I do for you?" It was significant that neither man made any move toward shaking hands, although it was obvious that they were acquainted, at least.
"I might let him take his chance before the court, on the strength of his years, and his having turned State's evidence voluntarily, Guy, but he's an old offender, and Carlis' faction is strong. My racing car will make ninety miles an hour, easily, and it can do it unmolested, with my private sign on the hood. It can meet the Canadian express at Branchtown at dawn.
The main thing that I must impress upon you for the present is to acquiesce with the utmost docility and unsuspicion in every proposition made to you by the three men, Carlis, Mallowe and Rockamore; in other words, place yourself absolutely in their hands, but keep me informed of every move they make.
You buffaloed Rockamore, and that senile old idiot, Mallowe, but you can't bluff me! I came here to see you, and I usually get what I go after!" "Having seen me, Carlis, will you kindly state your business and go? This promises to be one of my busiest days. What can I do for you?" Blaine leaned back in his chair, with a bland smile of pleased expectancy.
"I'm talking as man to man, and I know I can trust your word of honor, even if you pretend you won't take mine. Is anyone listening? Have you got any of your infernal operatives spying about?" Blaine leaned forward and replied with deep seriousness. "I give you my word, Carlis, that no human ear is overhearing our conversation."
It seemed to me that neither man shot at the other, but both fired point-blank at me. I dismissed the idea from my mind as absurd, the next minute, and would have thought no more about it, beyond congratulating myself on my fortunate escape, had not the second attempt been made." "The sixth ward " Blaine remarked, meditatively. "That's Timothy Carlis' stamping ground, of course. But go on, Mr.
He found within an officer of the king's army, a certain Colonel Carlis, who had fled from Worcester some time after the king had left the field, and, being acquainted with the situation of Boscobel, had sought refuge there; William Penderel, who had remained in charge of Boscobel, having received and secreted him when he arrived.
Do you suppose that innocent, big-eyed, mealy-mouthed brat of Pennington Lawton's suspects us? "'Hold your tongue, for God's sake! old Mr. Mallowe growled at him. 'I've got one of them in there, a filing clerk." "'Then you'd better get rid of her before she tries any tricks, Mr. Carlis said. 'I believe that girl is deeper than she looks, for all her trusting way.
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