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"What do you mean?" asked Clancey. "What I mean is that I introduced Alistair Ramsey to her in Paris, with the result that I have never seen her since until yesterday." Clancey did not immediately reply, but a curious expression overspread his face. "Alistair Ramsey," he murmured, and then again, "Alistair Ramsey, dear me!" Bobby looked at him wonderingly. Clancey laughed lightly.
Clancey, read it through, smiled, and passed it back. "I think that settles it," he remarked, "and with your kind permission I will now depart." Nodding farewell to the Assistant Commissioner, Clancey withdrew by the private exit opposite to the one which led into the room where Bobby was miserably awaiting his fate. "Show Mr.
"At the Savoy last night. She is here in London. She is staying at Claridge's. In fact, to tell you the truth, I am taking these flowers there now. I am to lunch with her to-morrow. It has been a great surprise. I never dreamt of such a thing," Bobby stammered on excitedly. Clancey became calm again. "Oh, that's most interesting," he said. "You will lunch with her to-morrow!
Next him, talking earnestly, stood Clancey Dempster, a small man, mild of manner, blue eyed, with light, smooth hair, the last man in the room one would have picked for great firmness and courage, yet destined to play one of the leading roles in this crisis.
Truesdale, she said, "Alice, you can understand how I feel when I tell you that this child has always been to me like one of my own." Carr took Ranson's hand and wrung it. Sergeant Clancey grew purple with pleasure and stole back to the veranda, where he whispered joyfully to a sentry. In another moment a passing private was seen racing delightedly toward the baseball field.
The two men dodged, and eyed each other guiltily. The sergeant gazed at the buffalo-robe portieres with wide-opened eyes. Cahill's hands dropped from the region of his ears, and fell flat upon the counter. When Miss Mary Cahill pushed aside the portieres Sergeant Clancey, of G Troop, was showing her father the mechanism of the new regulation- revolver.
Germain an account of their proceedings, gaining, at least, a week by this arrangement. Thee party assembled had many names of some note. Among the ecclesiastics were Lovell, Collier, Snatt, and Cooke; among the cavaliers were those of Musgrave, Friend, and Perkins, whose relatives had suffered in the cause; Smith, Clancey, Herbert, Cunningham, Leslie, and many others.
From the stables and the ball field came the sound of hurrying feet, and a tumult of cheers and cowboy yells. Across the parade-ground the regimental band bore down upon Ranson's hut, proclaiming to the garrison that there would be a hot time in the old town that night. But Sergeant Clancey ran to meet the bandmaster, and shouted in his ear. "He's going to marry Mary Cahill," he cried.
"I propose nothing at all, Mr. Crane." "What, after her getting those passports?" Clancey twisted his moustache. "That's a matter which concerns spheres altogether over my head, Mr. Crane." "But Mr. Ramsey says that it's entirely owing to Mr. Froelich's introduction that he provided the lady with passports, that he'd known her through him, and having been a friend of Mr.
From striving not to see these many pictures he came even to dwelling upon them in the effort so to fill his consciousness as to keep out the one picture he did not want to see. He remembered his work, the wrecking car, and the wrecking crew that had toiled under him, and he wondered what had become of Clancey, his right- hand man.
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