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He seemed proud of himself and of the town where such things could be accomplished. Mrs. Bates flashed forth a look full of admiration for both man and work. "I'll take that all back about the weather-strips; but if you could bring up your kit to-morrow morning and make us an extra coal-bin in the furnace-room -Too proud for that, too?
"Why should some other Citizen have his Coal-Bin right in his House while you carry it from a Shed?
"And, Miss Thorne, if you will give us a lift in your car?" Mr. Grimm suggested. "It is now four minutes of three." The automobile came in answer to a signal and the three in silence entered it. The car trembled and had just begun to move when Mr. Grimm remembered something, and leaped out. "Wait for me!" he called. "There's a man locked in the coal-bin!"
"We'll do the coal-bin and the wine cellar. Now, if we only could chance upon an old bottle of home-made grape juice!" He slid down the baluster rail in spite of Dorothy's protest, for the floor below was of mosaics, and the rail might not be safe. But Tom landed without accident, and presently was looking for a passageway to the cellar.
Why, I might really have known you all my life, and still not have known you as well as I do this very minute, and less than a dozen hours between this and our first meeting. You are as brave as a paladin, wise as a serpent, cool, witty and beautiful!" "Shall I ask the driver to let me out?" Then she laughed, a rollicking, joyous laugh. "What is so funny?" "I was thinking of that coal-bin."
"Pete Grimes did that with his hobnail, cowhide boots!" said Eddy, sternly. "With his hammer, you mean," interposed Charley. "With his boot, sir," persisted Eddy, with increasing eloquence. "Didn't I see him, me and Dan Murphy? Didn't we stand there by the coal-bin, sir? He booted him well, Mis' Parlin. I'll tell you where he did it; here on the left side, ma'am. Look where the hair sticks up!
Not long after I put in a plea to be transferred to him, at his request, and it was granted. The day that I joined his flock, or gang, as he called it, he was at Williamsbridge, a little station north on the Harlem, building a concrete coal-bin. It was a pretty place, surrounded by trees and a grass-plot, a vast improvement upon a dark indoor shop, and seemed to me a veritable haven of rest.
She had been out with Betty, buying here and there whatever was wanted, and what was not wanted for those who had been living so long without work or money? She had their little coal-bin filled, and a nice pile of wood and kindlings put behind the stove. She had bought a nice rocking-chair for the mother to rest in.
The cowled figures had risen ominously; Miss Thorne paled behind her mask, and her fingers gripped her palms fiercely, still she sat motionless. Prince d'Abruzzi broke the silence. He seemed perfectly calm and self-possessed. "How did you get in?" he demanded. "Throttled your guard at the front door, took him down cellar and locked him in the coal-bin," replied Mr. Grimm tersely.
Whispering "Don't be afraid," Bernard blew out the candle he carried, and, taking her hand, added: "Look!" From the corner of the cellar in which the coal-bin was situated came the light of a lantern. Crouching down, Mrs. Farrell could see that it proceeded from a hole in the wall which separated the two houses.
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