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Updated: May 8, 2025
"Time is up," warned the doorman. "Tell Mr. Atwood that I am deeply grateful for his aid, and more grateful for his trust," said Mildred. "Courage, Millie; you can sustain me by keeping up yourself. You will find us in the court-room waiting for you."
He was nowhere to be seen, and with a parting salute from the white-gloved doorman they set out briskly for the regular place Cliff Lowell had chosen to honor with his patronage. The regular place was such a very regular place that it had disdained blatant electric signs and portents of its presence.
Colored flame spurted from the muzzle. Rick laughed as he noticed another figure in front of the establishment. "Look! He's got a pup." Acting as a doorman was another figure, human size, clad in a similar getup. "What say we drop in?" Scotty suggested. "Sure," Rick replied, falling into the role of a science-fiction spaceman.
He could not ask his father to help him, for he did not want his father ever to know what had happened the night before, yet he must have help from some one. Suddenly the name of Malcolm Lightener occurred to him. After a time the doorman appeared with breakfast. "Can I send a message?" asked Bonbright.
The Inspector disdained such futile argument. As the doorman appeared in answer to the buzzer, he directed that the stenographer be summoned at once. "We'll have the confession in due form," he remarked, gazing pleasedly on the three before him. "He's not going to confess," Mary insisted, with spirit. But Burke was not in the least impressed.
At Sherry's an imposing doorman opened the coach door and helped them out. Young Ames held Carrie's elbow as he helped her up the steps. They entered the lobby already swarming with patrons, and then, after divesting themselves of their wraps, went into a sumptuous dining-room. In all Carrie's experience she had never seen anything like this.
She went with him everywhere, but the recherché suppers were almost a thing of the past. It was the opera now, and the gayest restaurants, and dinners where they met distinguished guests; but at the entrance of the St. Cyngia, when the graven-faced doorman opened the door to let her pass, she had acquired a way of giving Rimrock her hand without asking if he wouldn't come in.
The old doorman, who had stood at the gate patiently answering questions for twenty years, told the first man who came looking for a lost child, with sudden resentment, that he ought to be locked up for losing her, and, pushing him out in the rain, slammed the door after him. Joe drove his old gray mare along the stony road in deep thought.
She reached the Charteris Theater, and a doorman gave her access to the dim interior. There was a light in the operator's cage high at the rear, another shaded glow at the piano, where a young man with hair brushed sleekly back chewed gum incessantly while he practiced picture accompaniments. The place looked desolate, with its empty seats, its bald stage front with the empty picture screen.
When he can decide what punishment to inflict on a policeman who does not know a beer-keg when he sees it, they all will be fined accordingly, and a doorman who has served a term as a barkeeper will be sent to the East One Hundred and Fourth Street station to keep the police there out of harm's way. It is my firm opinion that newspaper men should not be deacons.
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