Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 4, 2025
He went to the telegraph desk and wrote out a message: "Mr. Frank Abrahamson, 329 College Street, Furmville, N. C. "Silence. "One-word telegrams!" he smiled grimly. "Thrifty fellows, these chosen people." He found the telephone booths and called up Golson. "Got anything from Baltimore?" he inquired. "Just been talking to Delaney on long-distance," Golson answered without enthusiasm. "Well!
"Although she no longer loved me and did love Withers, my hold on her, rather on her purse, could not be broken. "She gave me the money in Atlantic City and Washington. I played the market, and lost. I no longer had my cunning in dealing with stocks. "I came here as soon as I had learned of her presence in Furmville. At first, she was reasonable. Abrahamson knows that.
"Mattie," he called, "I want you to go down to a news-stand, the big one; I think it's at the corner of Haywood and Patton." He handed her money. "And here's a list of the papers you're to get. Ask for all of them published since last Friday. Be as quick as you can. I'm in a hurry." When she came back, she brought also the early edition of the Furmville afternoon paper.
By George, sir, his blood! Are we to lose all faith in blood?" "As I wanted to say," Braceway managed to break in, "the murder of Mrs. George S. Withers in Furmville, North Carolina, led " This was the crowning blow. Mr. Beale gasped several times in rapid succession, not entirely hiding his slight, cold resemblance to a fish. "Mrs. Withers!" he got out at last.
Braceway said yesterday he knew nothing of Withers' whereabouts." Beneath the Washington dispatch was one from Atlanta: "Inquiry made here today failed to disclose where George S. Withers, husband of the victim of the brutal crime at Furmville, N. C., is now. He left this city the morning Mrs.
Now, what are we to do? Even now, we haven't the proof on him any real proof." "Suppose," said Braceway, "we let him leave Furmville, let him go back to Washington, with the hope that he does pawn the stuff he's stolen?" "And suppose," Bristow added, "we get a detailed description of all the jewelry Mrs.
He was more than satisfied with everything that had happened. He had bested Braceway again, this time finally; his reputation as a "consulting detective" was more than safe; and, knowing now why Braceway had pursued Morley, he would return to Furmville in the morning, his mind thoroughly at ease.
He put them down on a table in one corner near Bristow's typewriter. "Still figuring 'em out, I see," he said grimly. He referred to Bristow's habit of reading murder mysteries in the newspapers and working them out to satisfactory solutions. That was Bristow's way of amusing himself while set down in Furmville for the long struggle to overcome the tuberculosis with which he was afflicted.
The article went on to recite that Chief Greenleaf of the Furmville police force had been fortunate in securing the assistance of a genius in running down the various clues that seemed to point to the guilty party. Mr.
Police officials here state that the negro, Perry Carpenter, now held in the Furmville jail for the crime, will never go to trial. "This, they claim, will be but one result of the work Braceway did here and in Baltimore.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking