Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 17, 2025
It was Colonel Robert Lee Ashley, as Bruce Garrigan had seen him at the Fifth Avenue club, who entered one of the pay compartments where so many in-coming and out-going travelers may, for the modest sum of ten cents, enjoy in the railroad station a freshening up by means of soap, towels and plenty of hot water.
"I hope the water isn't posted?" he inquired anxiously, for he was a stickler for the rights of others. "Oh, no, nothing like that!" Garrigan hastened to add. "You're welcome to fish here as long and as often as you like. Only, as this water hazard is often played from the fifth hole, it would be advisable to post a sign just outside the trees, or station your man there to give notice."
And ever since then, though Viola Carwell has been just as nice to Harry as she has to Gerry as far as any one can tell-there has been talk that Harry is persona non grata as far as her father goes. He never forgives any business beat, I understand." "Was it anything serious?" asked Garrigan, as they watched the racing automobiles swing around the turn of the road that led to the clubhouse.
"And did we scare the fish?" asked Garrigan. "I suppose so. Never was much of a fisherman myself. All I know about them is seventeen million, four hundred and eighty-eight thousand nine hundred and twenty one boxes of sardines were imported into the United States last year. I read it in the paper so it must be true. I know I ate the one box."
Since then I have been informed by my servant that it was no spirit, but a golf ball." "It was mine," confessed Garrigan. "I'm all kinds of sorry about it. Never had the least notion any one was here. Never saw any one fish here before; did we, Tom?" "Well, I thought there were fish here, and events proved I was right," said the colonel.
"There he stays, in that rotten jail. Bah! I can smell it yet, for I called to see if I could do anything. And yet he won't talk." "It is queer," said Garrigan. "If he'd only let his friends speak for him it could be cleared. We all know what the quarrel was about." "What?" asked the colonel. He had his own theory, but he wanted to see how it jibed with another's.
Garrigan, that saloon-keeper in the second ward, came up to-day to ask for a free ticket to Worthington and return; and when I pinned him down he admitted that you'd sent him to me." "I did," said Gantry, grinning. "Why otherwise have we got a post-graduate, double-certificated political manager, I'd like to know?" Blount dropped into a chair and felt in his pockets for his cigar-case.
That was the telegram Colonel Ashley received the day following his acquaintance at the nineteenth hole with Bruce Garrigan and Tom Sharwell. "She stayed away longer than I thought she would," mused the detective, "Yes, sah!" "See if that French chauffeur, Forette, can drive me into town." "Yes, sah, Colonel."
"I did drive rather hard," admitted Garrigan. "But we can cut this out of our game, take a stroke apiece and go on with the play. That is, I'm willing. I don't feel very keen for the game to-day. How about you, Tom?"
Carwell arrived?" asked Captain Poland, as he raised his glass and seemed to be studying the bubbles that spiraled upward from the hollow stem. "You'll know when he gets here," answered Bruce Garrigan. "How so?" asked the captain. "Does he have an official announcer?" "No, but you'll hear his car before you see it." "New horn?" "No, new car-new color-new everything!" said Garrigan.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking