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Cleggett perceived with surprise that he smoked and chewed tobacco at the same time. As he thus refreshed himself he glanced from time to time at Cleggett as if unfavorably impressed. Finally he closed his knife with a click and suddenly piped out in a high, shrill voice: "No! Do you?" "I er do I what?"
"The Jasper B.," said Cleggett, with a touch of asperity, "is a schooner, madam." "I intended no offense, Mr. Cleggett. I am quite willing to believe that the vessel is a schooner, since you say that it is. I am not informed concerning nautical affairs. But, to conclude I discovered from the chauffeur that this lady, calling herself Lady Agatha Fairhaven, had been deposited here, with my box.
Farnsworth to the city in Miss Henrietta Pringle's Ford car, and he returned about one o'clock with four more trained nurses. They were installed on board the houseboat Annabel Lee, instead of at Parker's Beach as Cleggett had originally intended, and the Red Cross flag was hoisted over that vessel.
"I did not consider appealing to the authorities, for I have no confidence in your American laws, Mr. Cleggett. But I did not know how to go about finding a chivalrous Western outlaw. So finally I put an advertisement in the personal column of one of your morning papers for a reformed convict." "A reformed convict!" exclaimed Cleggett. "May I ask how you worded the ad.?" "Ad.? Oh, advertisement?
"Humph!" said the brown one, with the air of meaning that it was only to be expected of an idiot like Cleggett that he would NOT want to buy any seed potatoes. But after a further embarrassing silence he relented enough to give Cleggett another chance. "You want some seed corn!" he announced rather than asked. "No. "Tomato plants!" shrilled the brown one, as if daring him to deny it. "No."
When Cap'n Abernethy had delivered himself and walked away, the Rev. Mr. Calthrop confirmed the story of his own disgrace, speaking in a low but clear voice, and with a gentle and wistful smile. "I am one of the most miserable of sinners, Mr. Cleggett," he said. "I have proved myself to be that most despicable thing, an unworthy minister. I was tempted and I fell." The Rev. Mr.
"Been kicked out of his church fur kissin' a married woman, and can't get another one." The preacher merely raised his eyes, which were large and brown and slightly protuberant, and murmured with a kind of brave humility: "It is true." "But why do you want to go to Palestine?" said Cleggett. "She sung in the choir and she had three children," screamed Cap'n Abernethy, "and she limped some.
Cleggett took Wilton Barnstable by the sleeve and drew him towards Loge, who, still seated on the deck with his long legs stretched out in front of him, was now yawning with a cynical affectation of boredom. "I wish you to act as my second in this affair," said Cleggett to the detective, "and I suggest that either Mr. Ward or Mr. Bard perform a like office for Mr. Black."
What he did was to stand and stare at Cleggett, candidly, and with more than a touch of insolence, as if trying to beat down Cleggett's gaze. Cleggett, staring in his turn, perceived that the tall man, ungainly as he was, affected a bizarre individualism in the matter of dress. His clothing cried out, rather than suggested, that it was expensive.
The brown old man he was brown not only as to the portions of his skin visible through his hair and whiskers, but also as to coat and trousers and worn boots and cap and pipe and flannel shirt turned around as Cleggett stepped aboard, and stared at the invader with a shaggy-browed intensity that was embarrassing.
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