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'What's that darned thing up there on the ceiling? It looks like a hornet. How on earth do these things get into the house? 'We ought to have nettings. I am going to pounce on Mr Flack about that too. 'Thank goodness this isn't going to last much longer. It's nearly two weeks since Uncle Ira died. We ought to be hearing from the lawyers any day now. There might be a letter this morning.
"Oh they've seen everything," said Mr. Dosson. Then he added: "I guess I'll go and call Francie." "Well, tell her to hurry," Miss Delia returned, swinging a glove in each hand. "She knows my pace," Mr. Flack remarked. "I should think she would, the way you raced!" the girl returned with memories of the Umbria. "I hope you don't expect to rush round Paris that way." "I always rush.
Flack replied that all the columns had been ordered, adding, "and all the capitals different one with dragons in the foliage, another approaching to the Ionian style, another introducing Mrs. Flack's initials every one different." For he had read his Ruskin. He built his villas according to his desire; and not until he had inserted an immovable aunt into one of them did Sir Harry buy.
"One of 'em was on to him." "Didn't you shoot?" "Now could I?" "Every one loaded?" said Cossar over his shoulder. There was a confirmatory movement. "But Flack " said one. "D'yer mean Flack " said another. "There's no time to lose," said Cossar, and shouted "Flack!" as he led the way. The whole force advanced towards the rat-holes, the man who had run away a little to the rear.
Again he listened for footsteps within the house. "Ring again, Flack. Keep on ringing while I go round the house to see if there is any way I can get in. I may have to break a window. Don't move from here." Inspector Seldon went quickly round the side of the house, trying the windows as he went.
I applied myself industriously year by year to mastering scores and averages; I pretended that Lords or the Oval were the places nearest Paradise for me. It did quite as well for my purposes. I bowled rather straight and fast, and spent endless hours acquiring the skill to bowl Flack out.
"Who are you and what do you want?" was the curt and hostile reply, evidently admitting the identification correct however. Rolf opened his coat and showed his scout badge. "Why not talk now if you have any news come in side." So the two went to the inner room. "Who is this?" asked Rolf cautiously as the landlord came in. "He's all right. This is Titus Flack, the landlord."
Flack was wonderful on all occasions in finding what he wanted which, as we know, was what he believed the public wanted and Delia was the only one of the party with whom he was sometimes a little sharp. He had embraced from the first the idea that she was his enemy, and he alluded to it with almost tiresome frequency, though always in a humorous fearless strain.
"Nobody at the judge's place no taxi, or anything like that?" "No, sir." The taxi-cab turned swiftly into the shady avenue of Tanton Gardens, where Sir Horace Fewbanks lived, and in a few moments pulled up outside of Riversbrook. The house stood a long way back from the road in its own grounds. Inspector Seldon and Flack passed rapidly through the grounds and reached the front door of the mansion.
Then she checked herself, asking in another manner: "Is that so? poppa sent you up?" And then in still another: "Well, have you had a good time at Nice?" "You'd better all come right down and see. It's lovely down there. If you'll come down I'll go right back. I guess you want a change," Mr. Flack went on.
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