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"I shouldn't blab, Alf," declared Cronin. "You could trust me to hold my tongue and not peach on a pal. I should just pull out, that's all. I warn you, though, that if our ways parted and you went yours, I should do what I could to keep Mr. Laurie out of your path." "You'd try the patience of Job, Cronin." "I'm sorry." "No, you're not," snarled Alf.
Arabian, perhaps, had been the cause of that return. "Why do you look like that? What are you thinking of?" "Naples," she said. "I will sing you the street song. And then, presently, we will go. I know we must not be too late, or your dear Mademoiselle Cronin will be frightened about you." He left her, and went once more to the piano.
"There, sir, we are unwinding the ravelings of his past life to an extent. I have found a mysterious reference to a Montfluery case in Paris, during August of last year. What can you do to investigate that lead?" Shirley jotted down the name, and answered: "A cable to the prefecture of Police of the city of Paris from Captain Cronin will bring details.
Have you ever thought it strange that I have money for my needs although I do nothing? I may have stolen a great sum of money or been involved in a murder before I came here. There is food for thought in that, eh? If you were a really smart newspaper reporter you would look me up. In Chicago there was a Doctor Cronin who was murdered. Have you heard of that?
What I must do is to follow up the trail, and get the gentleman carrying out the bales, in other words, with the goods on him." "You'll get him, Monty, if I know you. The fellow hasn't called up at all on the telephone to-day. I think he's afraid of you." "No, Captain Cronin, not that! He's up to some new game.
I know he won't!" "Sit down, Beryl." "Yes may I?" "Have you seen him?" "Oh, no no!" "Has he written?" "Yes. And he has called to-day. Last night directly I got back to the hotel I gave orders at the bureau that if he called they were to say 'not at home." "Well then " "But he got in!" "How could he?" "When they said I was out he asked for Fanny Fanny Cronin, my companion.
She went into mourning, answered suitably the many letters of condolence that poured in upon her, and then considered what she had better do. Miss Cronin pleaded persistently for an immediate return to Paris. What was the good of staying on in London now? The winter was dreary in London. The flat in Paris was far more charming and elegant than any hotel.
The operatives were undoubtedly expecting trouble from all quarters, for three other large men of the "bull" type, heavy-jowled, ponderous men, surrounded him as he presented his card. "I am the friend of Howard Van Cleft, about whom Captain Cronin telephoned you from Bellevue. I am to help him interview the girl: may I wait until he arrives?" "Oh, you're wise to the case?
Though quite happy alone with Bourget she was always ready for a comfortable gossip; and she liked Francis Braybrooke. After a few words about the cold, Bourget and Paris, Braybrooke turned the conversation to Miss Van Tuyn. He had understood that she meant only to make a short stay in London, and rather wondered about the change of plans which had brought Miss Cronin across the Channel.
Cronin, worn out by the terrible weariness of their journeyings under such rough conditions. There is one thing which has struck me very forcibly as regards Frank Newman's Personal Narrative, and it is this: Throughout the whole book there is no mention of actual missionary work the aim and object of this journey into Syria. Nor does Newman write his own views on the subject.
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