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Updated: May 9, 2025
Cronin had disappeared as effectually as though he had taken a passing Zeppelin! "I'm glad this affair will not bore me," murmured the criminologist, as he evolved and promptly discarded a dozen vain theories to explain the disappearance of his companion. Twenty minutes were wasted along the block, as he waited for some sight or sign. Then he decided to go on up to Van Cleft's residence.
Even his iron composure was stirred by this weird complication. "I wonder!" he murmured. He had ample reason to wonder. "Well, Mr. Shirley, your coming here was a Godsend! I don't know what to do now. The newspapers will get this surely. I depended on Cronin: he must have been drinking." Shirley shook his head, as he explained, "I know Cronin's reputation, for I was a police reporter.
I'll be back this evening if I can." And Shirley hurried away, leaving much surprise and bewilderment in every mind. Cronin was equal to the task of picking up the threads, and under his sarcasm, and Cleary's rough arguments, the prisoner admitted some interesting matters about the mysterious employer whose face he had never seen. But Shirley's task was far from completed.
"Yes, this is a soviet," said John Cronin, the carpenter who was father of the baby soviet. "Why did we form it? Why do we pit people's rule against military rule? Of course, as workers, we are against all military.
"On my honour, I only meant that life inevitably brings with it changes. I am sure you will bear me out in that." "I don't know about bearing you out," said Miss Cronin, looking rather helplessly at Francis Braybrooke's fairly tall and well-nourished figure. "But why should Beryl want to change? She is very happy as she is." "I know I know.
We gets him into his own bed, and keeps the sister from touching his clammy hands, while she orders the family doctor. When he gets there on the jump, I gives him the wink and leads him to one side. 'Doc, I says, 'you know how to write out a death certificate, to hush this up from your end. I've done the rest." Captain Cronin leaned forward, a queer excitement agitating him.
Shirley received a surprise when he reached the pavement on Forty-fourth Street, for Captain Cronin was not in sight. Two club men descended the steps of the neighboring house. Others strolled along toward the Avenue, but not a sign of a vehicle of any description could be seen, nor was there anything suspicious in view.
"Haven't you a tongue in your head? What's your idea? Out with it. I'm not going to shoulder all the job." The man called Cronin cleared his throat. "As I see it, we gain nothing by blowing up the Fernald houses," answered he deliberately. "So long as the mills remain, their income is sure.
I answers, 'Whadd'y mean the third? Then he looks me straight in the eye, and sings back, 'None of your business." Cronin shook his head. "I never seen a man with a squarer look, and yet he has me guessing. I goes back to the garage, over past Eighth Avenue, you know, where two johns come up along side o' me.
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