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"The only thing now," said Appleyard, when the two Gaffneys had been presented with funds sufficient to carry each through all possible immediate emergencies, "is to arrange for a meeting to-night. There are two matters we want to be certain about. First, if Albert Gaffney witnesses any meeting between Rayner and Miss Slade, and, in that case, if he can tell us where they go and what they do.
The mail steamships are required to carry government civil and military employees at half price. Rept., Jan., 1890, no. 112, pp. 61-62. J. Gaffney, Dresden, Germany, in Daily Con.
Appleyard opened the note there and then. It was a mere hurried scrawl, saying that Allerdyke was just setting off for Hull, in obedience to a call from the police; as Gaffney had nothing to do, would Appleyard make use of him during Allerdyke's absence?
He could not see through the screens very clearly, but he had heard the voices of the children and, stopping to listen, had drawn nearer and nearer. "That's Mickey Gaffney," whispered Brother. "Hello, Mickey," he called more loudly. "Want to come play school with us?" Mickey came up on the steps, and flattened his nose against the screen door. "I dunno," he said doubtfully. "How do you play?"
"It's not my fault, gentlemen," he whispered, bending towards the others over the little table at which they were all seated. "But the truth is I've been baulked! At the last moment as you may term it. Just when things were getting really interesting!" "Have you seen anything?" asked Appleyard. "I'll give you it in proper order, sir," replied Albert Gaffney.
"Gaffney," he said, "how long would it take us to run across to Hull?" The chauffeur showed no surprise at this question; he had served Allerdyke for three years, and was well accustomed to his ways. "Hull?" he replied. "Let's see, sir that 'ud be by way of Leeds, Selby, and Howden. About sixty miles in a straight line, but there's a good bit of in-and-out work after you get past Selby, sir.
"Used to drive for an old gent who lived in Porchester Terrace." "Oh!" replied Appleyard. "Then I daresay you know the Pompadour Private Hotel?" "As well as I know my own fingers," responded Gaffney. "Driven to and from it many a hundred times." "Just the man I want, then," continued Appleyard.
John Gaffney, former American Consul-General to Munich. He belongs to the modern martyr series of the German of to-day. All over Germany I was told that he was dismissed by Mr. Wilson because he sympathised with Germany.
Plodder lending active aid, began feeding their unbidden guests. Gaffney came in with a heaping platter of his productions and a pitcher of maple syrup. "This is what they like, mum," said he to the lady of the house. "Give that little kid a molasses sandwhich and she'll be your friend for life. Heap walk? heap hungry?" he continued, addressing the head of the family, in sympathetic tone.
And on that he himself went to Gresham Street and waited. Gaffney and his brother turned in during the morning, both evidently primed with news. Appleyard shut himself into his office with them. "Well?" he asked. "Easy job, Mr. Appleyard," replied Gaffney. "Drove straight through the Park, Constitution Hill, the Mall, Strand, to top of Arundel Street.
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