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Doran opened the door and announced Nugent Cassis. That meant that all over the town clocks would be striking eleven. "Any news?" he rapped out. "None." "But there wouldn't be," said Cranbourne. "He promised to send a message when he was nearing home. It's time he was here." The little man was plainly agitated. Hilbert Torrington smiled at him over the carefully arranged playing cards.
"Hit first and hit hardest." An electric bell swizzed. "He's there." "Failed," grunted Cassis. But Mr. Torrington's eyes were on the clock. "Since he is five minutes ahead of time I imagine he has succeeded." Doran came in. "Mr. Cranbourne, sir." "Alone?"
"They tell me, Cassis, your wife has been indisposed. I trust she is better." "I really don't know," came the irritable response. "You can hardly expect " "These trifles so easily escape us," murmured the old man. Nugent Cassis scowled and turned to Cranbourne. "How's that other fellow getting on? What's his name Altar?" "He's holding out." "At Laurence's house?" "I believe so."
Lord Almont had a sense of the market and his intelligence was not entirely devoted to matters sartorial. "Anybody have anything? No. Too early? Infernally hot in here. Mind if we have a window up?" Cassis was only just in time to lodge an objection. Lord Almont pointed to the street. "Here comes old Cranbourne bobbing along. Shall we wait?" Mr.
"Anybody know anything?" said Lord Almont. Cassis shrugged his shoulders negatively. Mr. Torrington put down a card. "Waste of time," he said. "Waste of time. Barraclough will never get out of London by ordinary ways. It was a useless attempt." "Well, we don't know." "He hadn't got through at ten thirty last night," said Cranbourne. "He was dining at the Berkeley Grill.
P., Dom., 1619-1623, 125, Chamberlain to Carleton, February 26, 1620: "Peacock, a schoolmaster, committed to the Tower and tortured for practising sorcery upon the King, to infatuate him in Sir Thos. Lake's business." This is one of those rare cases in which we know certainly that torture was used. Sir Thomas Lake to Viscount Cranbourne, January 20, 1604, Brit. Mus., Add. MSS., 6177, fol. 403.
On the following morning, about ten o'clock, he rode into the great park, attended by a numerous train. His demeanour was moody and stern, and a general gloom pervaded the company. Keeping on the western side of the park, the party crossed Cranbourne chase; but though they encountered several fine herds of deer, the king gave no orders to uncouple the hounds.
"Yes, and wedged there good and hard. You see he aimed at my being a gentleman and nothing else never was taught how to earn a living. That's why I'm cutting rather a deplorable figure now." "I can't agree," said Cranbourne generously. "I think your father realised his ambition. Goodnight." "Night-oh!" At the door Cranbourne paused.
From Solomons's she bade the man drive to the shop in Cranbourne Street where she was accustomed to purchase the materials she used in painting, and Fate, which uses strange agents to work out its ends, so directed it that the cabman stopped a few doors below this shop, and opposite one where jewelry and other personal effects were bought and sold.
"You should know me well enough, Cassis, to realise that when I lose time I lose it purposely. I am waiting for Cranbourne." "Cranbourne's ideas are altogether too fantastic." "We agreed to do nothing until eleven o'clock and it wants ten minutes to the hour." "Not a very substantial margin to find Barraclough's double."
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