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Winton turned in his chair and saw the boy coming toward him; also he saw the ruffian pointed out by Biggin from the court-house steps and labeled "Sheeny Mike" lounging up to the clerk's desk for a whispered exchange of words with the bediamonded gentleman behind it. What followed was cataclysmic in its way.
It would be doing Lienhard a favour, she repeated to herself, if she should enter a convent, and she would rather have sought shelter in a lion's den than under the Peutinger roof. She had been informed the day before that the city clerk's wife was the mother of the child upon whom she had called down misfortune and death.
The amazing result was that he formed a clearer concept of naval tactics than any admiral of his time, finally overcame the natural prejudice of the British navy, and actually induced Rodney to stake on the suggestion of a non-military civilian his own reputation and the issue of a great sea fight. Furthermore, the issue was crowned with success. Nothing could be simpler than Clerk's method.
And at one side there was a separate building where the clerks of the courts had their offices. I knew all the lay of the land. So I took Mitch into the clerk's office and showed him papers which Linkern had written and signed. At first he wouldn't believe it.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Helwyse, sir, of course, of course, it didn't seem possible, so long, you know, but I remembered the voice and the face and the name, I never forget, but, by George, sir, can you really be ?" "I see you have a good memory; you are Dyke, aren't you?" And Mr. Helwyse threw back his head and laughed, perhaps at the clerk's bewildered face.
Bolt went off as if he had been shot. He returned next day, and laid before Henry an agreement drawn by the sharpest attorney in Hillsborough, and written in a clerk's hand. "There," said he, briskly, "you sign that, and I'll make my mark, and at it we go." "Stop a bit," said Henry. "You've been to a lawyer, have you? Then I must go to one, too; fair play's a jewel."
Vogt and Klitzing were the last to leave Room IX. Klitzing went silently along by his wounded comrade and looked at him timidly. "Does it hurt, Franz?" he asked on the stairs. Vogt began hesitatingly: "Well, you know " but then when he saw his friend's sad eyes he continued: "Oh, no; it's not a bit bad." Tears stood in the clerk's eyes. "Franz, what a dear good fellow you are!" he said softly.
They waned perceptibly from day to day, and during the following year they were borne to the cemetery within two months of each other." From the spurious clerk's demeanor it was easy to see that he had ceased thinking about his omnibus, and his hostess felt both reassured and flattered. "And Mademoiselle Hermine?" he inquired, eagerly.
Also some specimens of the ex-lawyer's clerk's handwriting had been obtained, and were declared by two experts to be identical with the writing on the will. One thing, however, disturbed him: neither the Attorney-General nor Mr. Candleton was yet in town, so no conference was possible that evening. However, both were expected that night the Attorney-General from Devonshire and Mr.
"But at the same time I should not be content with a mere clerk's place, Mr. Melrose," said Paversham, a momentary flash in his dark eye. "I am one of those men who are better as principals than as subordinates. Otherwise I should be in harness by now." Melrose eyed him askance for a moment then said: "I understand.
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