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Updated: May 5, 2025
"A small bedroom, my coffee in the morning, and my dinner both served in my room on a tray." "Yes, I see; dot's it. She charge about tree dollars for de tray. I find you someting better as dot. Kitty Cleary has a room you don't know Kitty? Vell, you ought to begin right avay. Dot's vun voman you don't ever see again. She vas in here last night, after you left, looking for her man Mike.
He'll tell ye same as me." The detective canted his head, looked the tramp over from his shoes to his unkempt head, and turned suddenly to Kling. "Who's Mr. O'Day?" he snapped. "He's my clerk," growled Otto, his determination to get rid of the man checked by this new turn in the situation. "Can I see him?" "No, you can't see him, because he's gone out vid Kitty Cleary.
And he rose from his chair unsteadily and took the hand that Cleary offered him. "How are you, old man? I'm so glad to see you again," said Cleary. "And so am I," said Sam, who now seemed to be almost his old self again. "Sit down." Cleary drew up a chair to the table, while the doctor retired and shut the door. "How are you getting on?" said Cleary. "You're going to get well soon, aren't you?"
And ye'll pay him ten dollars a week, Otto, for the first month, and more the second if he earns it, which he will. Now are ye all satisfied, or shall I say it over?" "One moment, please, Mrs. Cleary. If I may interrupt," he laughed, his reserve broken through at last by the friendly interest shown by the strangers about him, "and what will be the hours of my service?"
"And now tell me vot dis tureen is vorth?" he asked as Mike reappeared and set it on the table, backing away with the remark that he'd go now, Mrs. Cleary would be wantin' him. Kling moved the relic toward the expert for closer examination. "Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Kling; I can see it.
Cleary lay down so that his friend might be pictured with his foot upon his prostrate form. The photographer was one who made a specialty of such work, and was connected with a cinematograph company.
Cleary was a good speaker, and they were impressed by his style as well as by his argument. They palavered together for some time; then Carlos arose and addressed his guests, but particularly Sam, whom he considered as the leader. "Brothers," he said, "we are indeed brothers by the torture, tattoo, tom-tom, and top-feather. We did not know who you were, we did not understand you.
The audience was shouting with glee and excitement, the cheers being mixed with hisses and cries of "Fake, fake!" "I know Corker," said Cleary. "Come, I'll introduce you." They pushed forward through the crowd, and were soon in a room behind the stage, where Corker was being rubbed and washed down by his assistants. Sam looked at the great man and felt rather small and insignificant.
"But the Government there will be too poor to take up great public expenditures for a long time yet," said Cleary. "Don't be too sure of that. They haven't even got a national debt. That's one of the first things we'll provide for. They're a most primitive people. Just think of their existing up to the present time without a national debt! They're mere savages."
My idea is that Hercules is going to come out ahead; and as long as one seems as good as the other in other respects, I move that we go for Hercules." "Very well," said Sam, "if you say so. He was in command, anyway, and more likely to be right." So Sam and Cleary allied themselves with the Hercules party, which was in the majority.
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