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Updated: June 21, 2025
We have been informed by the Wilhelm-strasse that it probably does, and directed to prevent its delivery to the French Ambassador. We've succeeded in preventing, but bungled it over to the United States the one country that we shouldn't have aroused. What in the devil's name ails your assistants, Marston particularly Crenshaw?"
"Bang!" cried the child, and on the instant the rifle cracked. "Do it again! Please, Uncle Bob!" he cried, wild with delight. "Now if you was to help yo' Uncle Bob hook up that old mule of hisn and ride home with him, fo' he's going pretty shortly, you and Uncle Bob could do right much shootin' with this old rifle." Mr. Crenshaw had appeared with a bundle, which he tossed into the cart.
Sparrow, sir?" as the man with the garrote put his head over Harleston's shoulder. "Answer for Mr. Harleston will you, Sparrow?" "No, it is not, Mr. Crenshaw," said Sparrow. "I neglected to ask if you're not surprised to see me, Mr. Harleston?" "I am indeed," said Sparrow. "I regret that it was inconvenient for me to remain longer in your apartment, Mr.
Tossing the envelope and the faded roses on a nearby table, he stepped back and swung open the door. Instantly, a revolver was shoved into his face, and Crenshaw sprang into the hall and closed the door. "I thought as much!" he exclaimed. "I'll take that envelope, my friend, and be quick about it." "What envelope?" Harleston inquired pleasantly, never seeming to notice the menacing automatic.
Crenshaw laughed sneeringly. "Get back, man, get back; to the far side of the table the far side, do you hear while I examine the envelope yonder beside the roses. The roses are very familiar, Mr. Harleston. I've seen them before." Harleston, retreating hastily, backed into a chair and fell over it. "All right, stay there, then!" said Crenshaw, and reached for the letter.
That notable man of business, Jonathan Crenshaw and this superiority was especially evident when the business chanced to be his own was closeted in the library with a stranger to whom rumor fixed the name of Bladen, supposing him to be the legal representative of certain remote connections of the old general's.
He had not much trouble in mastering Crenshaw; but Sparrow, when he was done spinning around on one foot from the agonizing pain of the kick on the shin, would be another matter; the two men and the woman could overpower him, unless assistance came quickly. And to that end he raised all the uproar possible for the few seconds that Sparrow spun and the woman stared.
"Come, no trifling!" Crenshaw snapped. "The envelope that the man from the apartment across the corridor just handed you." Harleston laughed. "You are obsessed with the notion that I have something of yours, Mr. Crenshaw." "The letter!" exclaimed Crenshaw. "That envelope is addressed to me, sir; it's not the one you seem to want."
It seems that he and Sparrow are jealous of your beautiful eyes." "What are you talking about?" she demanded. "What have I, or my beautiful eyes, to do with Crenshaw and Sparrow?" "What usually happens to the men who are associated with you in any enterprise: they get daffy over you." "Because they get daffy over me is no excuse for stupid execution of the business in hand," she shrugged.
We can't get it tonight, and tomorrow will be too late." "And all because of you two meddlers." "Three meddlers, Crenshaw!" Marston laughed. "You must not forget your sweet self. We've bungled the affair, I admit. We can't improve it now by murdering each other " "We can make it very uncomfortable for the fourth meddler," Crenshaw threatened, eyeing the figure on the bed.
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