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Updated: June 17, 2025
The Senate put back the clause and passed it January 23 by 40 ayes, two noes McCue and Frawley of New York and returned it to the Assembly, which passed it four days later by 128 ayes, 5 noes. The resolution had still to pass another Legislature two years later but this was the beginning of the end for which two generations of women had worked and waited.
You you don't understand such things, Bub, do you?" Frawley made an effort, failed, and answered helplessly: "No, Bucky, no, I can't say I do understand." "Why do you think I ran you into Rio Janeiro?" said Greenfield, twisting on the leaves. "Into the cholery? What do you think made me lay for this desert? Bub, you were on my back, clinging like a catamount. I was bound to shake you off.
"After all, he must have a speck of imagination," he thought, reassured. "I beg pardon, sir." Frawley had turned in embarrassment. "Well, Inspector, what can I do for you?"
Up to the time of his departure, two boats had sailed: one for the north, and one by the Straits of Magellan to Buenos Ayres. Greenfield had bought a ticket for each, after effecting the withdrawal of his account at a local bank. Frawley was in perplexity: for Greenfield to flee north was to run into the jaws of the law. The withdrawal of the account decided him.
Did I want to shoot you down like a common ordinary pickpocket after taking you three times around the world? That was no ending! God, what a chase it was!" "It was long, Bucky," Frawley admitted. "It was a good one!" "Can't you understand anything?" Greenfield cried querulously. "Where's anything bigger, more than what we've done?
Dragging each intermediate port with the same caution, Frawley followed the trail to Valparaiso. Greenfield had stayed a week and again departed. Frawley at once took steamer for the Argentine, passed down the tongue of South America, through the Straits of Magellan, and arrived at length in the harbor of Buenos Ayres.
He ran hastily to the house, his hand on his pistol. The woman, without stopping her chatter, huddled in the doorway, pointing to the dim corner opposite. Frawley, following her glance, saw the figure of a man stretched on a hasty bed of leaves. He took a few quick steps and recognized Greenfield. At the same moment the bundle shot to a sitting position, with a cry: "Who's that?"
Then Frawley comprehended his mistake. "I say, Bucky, I'll take that back," he said awkwardly. "No imagination, no imagination," Greenfield muttered, sinking back. "Why, man, if I'd chased you three times around the world and got you, I'd fall on you and beat you to a pulp or or I'd hug you like a long-lost brother." "I asked your pardon," said Frawley again.
"Inspector, this is my last word," he said with a frown; "remember that you represent Her Majesty's government you are Her Majesty's government! I have confidence in you." "Thank you, sir." Frawley moved slowly to the door and with his hand on the knob hesitated. The Secretary saw in the movement a reluctance to take the decisive step that must open before him the wide stretches of the world.
Would you have a description anywhere?" The Honorable Secretary rose, took from his desk a paper, and began to read. In his seat Inspector Frawley crossed his legs carefully, drew his fists up under his chin, and stared at the reader, but without focusing his glance on him. Once during the recital he started at some item of description, but immediately relaxed.
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