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Updated: May 29, 2025
"He was shot through the head shortly after midnight." "What?" Colin Camber dropped the corn-cob and stood up again, the light of a dawning comprehension in his eyes. "Do you mean that he was murdered?" "I do." "Good God," whispered Camber, "at last I understand." "That is why we are here, Mr. Camber, and that is why the police will be here at any moment."
He was in the hall in a moment, only to come to the door later, hat in hand. "Is she the only other woman on the street who keeps boarders?" "She's the only woman who doesn't," I snapped. "She'll keep anything that doesn't belong to her except boarders." "Ah!" He lighted his corn-cob pipe and stood puffing at it and watching me.
"Now," she said, "you shall come with me and I will show you where I used to live before I was a Queen." The corn-cob doll waved her hand, gave an order, and immediately the carriage in which sat Marie-Louise and Angelina-Elfrida was turned and driven back to where the children stood. "These ladies will enjoy a walk," said the Queen.
The royal lady kept her seat with perfect ease, and when she came opposite the children, she checked her steed, halted, and gazed down upon them. "Have you forgotten me?" she said. Then she smiled and they knew her at once. It was the corn-cob doll!
"Now I'm doubting," said Patrick, standing with his back to the cooking-stove and with a corn-cob pipe in his mouth, "if it's the style to have bread-and-milk at 'At Homes' in the city." "Patrick," answered Tattine seriously, "we do not want this to be a city 'At Home. I don't care for them at all.
The milk tumblers were returned to their tray; Sir Francis filled his corn-cob for the last time; Geoff ferreted curiously among a pile of library novels in one corner, and Lady Lane walked softly round the room, testing the fastenings of the windows, pushing a top-heavy log into security and turning off unnecessary lights.
But in a blizzard one apprehends an anger puny and personal. There is no sublimity in defying it; one runs to the waiting-room. And once there, nodding to Confield, who sat in a corner nursing his cosmopolitan bag, pressing through the little crowd about the news-stand, I found myself urging my body past a man wearing a Derby hat and smoking a corn-cob pipe.
A spacious verandah swept the front and south end of the building. Over this clambered a luxuriant growth of grape vines. Here Captain Peterson was lying in a large invalid's chair, puffing away at a short-stemmed corn-cob pipe. He was surprised to see Lois back so soon, and he looked with curiosity upon Jasper, wondering where he had come from.
One morning Dorothy crossed the hall of the palace and knocked on the door of another girl named Trot, also a guest and friend of Ozma. When told to enter, Dorothy found that Trot had company, an old sailor-man with one wooden leg and one meat leg, who was sitting by the open window puffing smoke from a corn-cob pipe.
But we had an accident, now, and it fetched all the plans to a standstill. Tom's old ornery corn-cob pipe had got so old and swelled and warped that she couldn't hold together any longer, notwithstanding the strings and bandages, but caved in and went to pieces. Tom he didn't know WHAT to do.
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