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Winter nodded to emphasize each point, and congratulated him at the end. "You arranged that very well," he said. "I gather, though, that Elkin spoke rather openly." "Just as I've put it, sir. He tripped a bit over the time on Monday night. But it's only fair to say that he might have had Tomlin's license in mind." "That issue will be settled to-morrow.
He was casting back in his mind to discover just how and when the detective "understood" that his departure was imminent, since he himself had only arrived at a decision after leaving the chemist's. "That chap is no good," announced Elkin. "I'll back old Robinson against him any day." "Sh-s-sh! He may 'ear you," muttered the landlord. "Don't care if he does. Cornhill!
No member of the Bates family dreamed of reticence, now that the household was restored to favor with "the force." Before Robinson departed, he was full of information and good food. What more natural, then, an hour later, than that he should contrive to meet Elkin as the horse-dealer was taking home a lively two-year-old pony he had been "lungeing" on a strip of common opposite his house?
"Oh, perhaps you've got his yarn already?" "It all depends what he said to you." "Well, he hinted things. Unless I'm greatly mistaken, you'll soon be making an arrest." "I believe I could put my hand on the murderer this very minute," said Robinson vindictively. Elkin laughed, somewhat half-heartedly. "Lay you fifty to one against the time," he said.
Their names were Abraham Lincoln, John Dawson, Dan Stone, Ninian W. Edwards, William F. Elkin, R. L. Wilson, and Andrew McCormick, candidates for the House of Representatives, and Job Fletcher for the Senate, of Illinois. Mr. Lincoln began his canvass with the following circular: NEW SALEM/June 13, 1836.
In the arduous matter of determining star distances progress has been steady, and bids fair to become rapidly accelerated. Together, yet independently, Gill and Elkin carried out, at the Cape Observatory in 1882-83, an investigation of remarkable accuracy into the parallaxes of nine southern stars.
They don't like it, an' who can blame 'em!" "Who, indeed? But this Elkin surely he had some ground for a definite boast, made openly, among people acquainted with all the parties?" "There's more than Elkin would marry Doris if she lifted a finger, sir." "Can you name them?" "Well, Tomlin wants a wife." Winter laughed joyously. "Next?" he cried. "They say that Mr. Siddle is a widower."
Furneaux read his face like a printed page. Chewing, much against his will, a mouthful of bread and cheese, he mumbled in solemn, broken tones: "Think Robinson. Don't answer offhand. Has anybody ever worn such things in a play?" Then the policeman was convinced, galvanized by memory, as it were. "By gum!" he cried again. "Fred Elkin in a charity performance last winter."
The chemist made no reply, but Hobbs stepped into the breach valiantly. "Keep yer 'air on, Fred," he vociferated. "Siddle means no 'arm. But wot else are yer a-doing of, mornin', noon, an' night?" Elkin laughed, with his queer croak. "If you stay here a day or two, you'll soon get to know what they're driving at, sir," he said to Franklin.
Foxton cannot understand your illness. He says you are wiry, and have a strong constitution." "Dr. Foxton jolly near knocked me up," said Elkin. "I took his medicine till I was sick as a cat." "But you took spirits, too." "That's nothing fresh. Anyhow, I've dropped both, and am picking up every hour." "Since when?" "Since yesterday morning, if you want to know." "I do. I'm most interested. Dr.
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