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"To begin with, the robber or robbers had obviously not found their way into the manager's inner room through the bank premises. James Fairbairn had been on the watch all night, with the electric light full on, and obviously no one could have crossed the outer office or forced the heavily barred doors without his knowledge.
He had come to the last letter of the little heap. He was holding the envelope in front of him and he read out the address: "Mr. Jack Williams, "Alfredo Menandez, 6, "Madrid." Fairbairn started up, and tugging at his moustache, stared at the envelope over Hillyard's shoulder. "By Jove!" he said. "We may have got something." "Let us see!" returned Hillyard, and he opened the envelope.
But I mean lesser questions; movements, probabilities, dangers; the truth of actual events. Those I want to know about." "I am sure, so do I," said the major. "I hoped you could enlighten me, Major Fairbairn." "About movements?" said the major. "Well, our forces are moving; there is no doubt. McDowell is going forward in earnest at last." "Against Beauregard?"
"Well, you fellows," said he, "what are you going to do?" "Let's have a game of leapfrog while the fags aren't looking," said Crossfield, a schoolhouse monitor and a wag in a small way. "It's all very well for you to fool about," said Game, ill-temperedly. "You schoolhouse fellows think, as long as you get well looked after, Willoughby may go to the dogs." "What do you mean?" said Fairbairn.
At this period he had the advantage of occasional days of leisure, to which he was entitled by reason of his nightwork; and during such leisure he usually applied himself to reading and study. It was about this time that William Fairbairn made the acquaintance of George Stephenson, while the latter was employed in working the ballast-engine at Willington Quay.
I hope you may all be able to get work of some sort before very long. Good-bye, and God bless you!" "God bless you, sir! God bless you!" cried a chorus of rough voices. "Three cheers for Mr. Charles Fairbairn!" shouted a bright-eyed, smart young fellow, springing up upon a bench and waving his peaked cap in the air.
The spinster, who had already received in her own opinion sufficient affront for one evening, put the worst construction possible on this accident, and answered with evident ill-temper, "You are very clumsy, sir!" "I beg your pardon, indeed!" said Fairbairn. "I hope you are not hurt?" "Be silent, sir!"
As we have already seen in the memoirs of Nasmyth, Roberts, and Whitworth, Manchester offered great attractions for highly-skilled mechanics; and it was as fortunate for Manchester as for William Fairbairn himself that he settled down there as a working millwright in the year 1814, bringing with him no capital, but an abundance of energy, skill, and practical experience in his trade.
"I say," said Bloomfield, "you put your foot into it awfully! She thought you were chaffing her all the time." "Did she? What a pity!" replied Fairbairn. "Of course, we were bound to help you out when you were once in," continued Bloomfield. "But I don't fancy we three will be asked up there again in a hurry." They came to the schoolhouse gate, and Fairbairn said good-night.
Fairbairn held that it was quite practicable to make the tubes “sufficiently strong to sustain not only their own weight, but, in addition to that load, 2000 tons equally distributed over the surface of the platform,—a load ten times greater than they will ever be called upon to support.” It was thoroughly characteristic of Mr.
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