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"One of those folding things! Pretty children! one, two, three, four, and their mother. Keep it for him, Henry. Think the Crenshaw battery, or Braxton's, or the King William, or the Dixie was over this way." Beyond the poisoned field were more woods, dipping to one of the innumerable sluggish creeks of the region. There was a bridge weak and shaken, but still a bridge.
"Your State Department won't stand for it a moment when they hear of it which they'll do at ten o'clock, if I'm missing." "Let me felicitate you on your forehandedness," Harleston called from the next room. "It's admirably planned, but not effective for your release." "Hell!" snorted Crenshaw, and relapsed into silence. Presently Harleston appeared, dressed for the morning.
"Haven't you made me uncomfortable enough by this untimely intrusion?" Harleston muttered sleepily. "What is your idea in not offering any opposition?" Crenshaw demanded. "Is it a plant?" "It was courtesy at first, and the novelty of the experience; but it's ceased to be novel, and courtesy is a bit supererogatory. By the way, which of you came up the fire-escape?" The three shook their heads.
That was pretty strong talk, wa'n't it, when you consider that I could have sold the roof from over his head and the land from under his feet? Oh, well, I just put it down to childishness." There was a brief pause, then Crenshaw spoke again.
Bladen glanced inquiringly at Crenshaw. "You want to know about him, sir? Well, that's Hannibal Wayne Hazard." "Hannibal Wayne Hazard?" repeated Bladen. "Yes, sir; the general was the authority on that point, but who Hannibal Wayne Hazard is and how he happens to be at the Barony is another mystery just wait a minute, sir " and quitting his chair Mr.
This matter of letters, and cabs, is far beyond your calibre; it's not in your class." "We haven't reached the end of the matter, my adroit friend," gritted Crenshaw. "My turn will come, never fear." "A far day, monsieur, a far day!" said Harleston lightly. "Meanwhile, with your permission, we will have a look at the contents of your pockets. First, your pocketbook."
We got in company with a young South Carolinian just before we reached Cumberland Mountain, and Crenshaw soon knew all about his business. He had been to Tennessee to buy a drove of hogs, but when he got there pork was dearer than he calculated, and he declined purchasing. We concluded he was a prize. Crenshaw winked at me; I understood his idea.
Harleston glanced at Crenshaw as he opened the note and caught a sly look in his eyes. "Something doing, Crenshaw?" he queried. Another shrug was Crenshaw's answer and the sly look grew into a sly smile. The note, apparently in a woman's handwriting, was in French, and contained five words and an initial: À l'aube du jour.
"Won't affect you?" the other retorted. "Maybe it won't and maybe it will!" "We shall try it," Harleston remarked, and picked up the telephone. Crenshaw watched him with a snarling sneer on his lips. Harleston gave the private number of the police superintendent. He himself answered. "Major Ranleigh, this is Harleston. I'd like to have a man report to me at the Collingwood at once.
"You already have it," Harleston replied wearily. "Then, sir, we'll take your word and withdraw." "Thank you," said Harleston. "He has it somewhere!" Crenshaw declared, fingering his revolver. "My dear fellow," Marston returned, "we are willing to accept Mr. Harleston's averment." "He knows where it is he took it let him tell where it is hidden." "What good will that subserve?
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