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Updated: May 1, 2025
Glancing quickly to right and left, Jack walked over to a corner where a tall screen stood. There was nobody behind it. He beckoned to me, and I approached. "We are among a set of scoundrels," he said rapidly, under his breath. "I am glad to see that you too didn't recognize him." "Recognize whom?" I asked in astonishment, also speaking in a whisper. "Preston, the ex-detective.
You come right with me and I'll show you something that very few other people in this city know of. Guess you'd better pay this fellow off," he added, indicating the ex-detective. "He's no more use to you." Sogrange and Peter exchanged questioning glances. "It is very kind of you, sir," Peter decided, "but for my part I have had enough for one evening."
Captain Sharp, who was cruising in the Viking with his wife, while at Messina found the Pacha beset by robbers, and badly wounded. The ex-detective took him on board of his steamer, procured a surgeon, and saved the life of the Moor, not only in beating off the robbers that beset him, but in the care of him after he was wounded. They became strong friends; and both the captain and Mrs.
They showed not the slightest signs of any desire to make themselves unpleasant. Only once, when Sogrange incautiously displayed a gold watch, did the eyes of one or two of their number glisten. The ex-detective changed his place and whispered hoarsely in his patron's ear. "Say, don't you flash anything of that sort about here!
"In which case," Peter replied, "I am certainly committed to being your companion. The only question is whether one shall fall to the decoy and suffer oneself to be led in the direction her companion desires, or whether we shall go blundering into trouble on our own account with your friend the ex-detective."
Grodman had obtained an interview with the condemned late that afternoon, and the parting had been painful, but the evening paper, that in its turn had obtained an interview with the ex-detective, announced on its placard and the thousands who yet pinned their faith on this extraordinary man refused to extinguish the last sparks of hope.
I'll ask him about the matter. Humph!" The ex-detective stopped for a moment. "This involuntary confession clears George Franklin." "Yes. He is innocent enough." "Well, but he inherited the money," said Morley. "It's queer that his brother, according to you, should have killed the girl who kept the fortune from him." "It is strange.
Steel had told him that the proprietor of The Elms was an ex-detective, and Giles thought that for the sake of avenging Daisy's death he might be induced to take up his old trade. With this idea he called at The Elms. Morley was delighted to see him and welcomed him in the most cheerful manner.
Andrew let himself into the house about the hour of 8:30 a. m., and almost fell into the arms of the agitated widow. "Have you found him? Where is he? What has happened?" she implored him. It was another of Andrew's wholesome peculiarities that, having once distrusted a person, his suspicions could hardly be allayed, even by evidence that would have satisfied a hypochondriacal ex-detective.
This is the sort of thing they bring you to, as representing the wickedness of New York! That's so, Rastall, isn't it?" The ex-detective looked a little sheepish. "Yes, there ain't much more to be seen," he admitted. "Perhaps you'll take the job on if you think there is." "Well, I'd show the gentlemen something of a sight more interesting that this," the newcomer continued.
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