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Oh, she was making a dreadful mess of it! Why didn't Pat produce the letter instead of standing there like a wooden image? Being an undertaker, Mr. Wilbur Stratman met a great many women whom he never remembered. "H-m, Miss Gray of course," he nodded. Encouraged, Gyp plunged on, with the one desire of getting the ordeal over with. "She's dreadfully unhappy.
"Why don't you put on the tires and use the car?" asked Aunt Hannah. "H-m. Morrison didn't mention the car to me. I suppose he forgot it. But I'm sure he'd be glad to have us use it. I'll talk with the boy." Bub was found near the Talbot cottage in the gully. When Mr. Conant and Mary Louise approached him, soon after finishing their breakfast, he was as usual diligently whittling.
I accuse no one, assert nothing. But when a young man apparently in the best of health, drops off so mysteriously and even the physician in the case can give no very convincing information, that case warrants attention. I know what I know. "H-M," mused Kennedy, weighing the contents of the note carefully, "one of the family, I'll be bound unless the whole thing is a hoax.
George Gilbert" and a short scribble from First Deputy O'Connor: Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert desire to consult you with regard to the mysterious disappearance of their daughter, Georgette. I am sure I need say nothing further to interest you than that the M. P. Squad is completely baffled. "H-m," remarked Kennedy; "not strange for the Missing Persons Squad to be baffled at least, at this case."
Maybe they won't intend to, but they'll play it up, just the same; and it won't take us long either to connect Miss Gresham with the crime or to link up an iron-clad alibi for her." "H-m! Not bad! You know, Carroll" and Leverage smiled frankly "I'm always makin' these fine suggestions an' pullin' good stunts, an' never knowin' whether they're good or not until somebody tells me."
And I have an abscess on my finger!" he mumbled. "What are we to do?" asked Vlasova, wiping the perspiration from her face with a hand that trembled nervously. "Wait a while! Don't be afraid," answered Fedya, running his sound hand through his curly hair. "But you are afraid yourself!" "I?" He reddened and smiled in embarrassment. "Yes h-m I had a fit of cowardice, the devil take it!
He felt the usual masculine conviction that nobody loved Sylvy anywhere near as much as he did; but it pleased him to see that she was dear to her family. The parson, however, abruptly put an end to the scene. "H-m! my dear friends, let us recollect ourselves. There is a time for all things. Yea, earth yieldeth her increase h-m! The Lord ariseth to shake visibly the earth ahem!
"You're very small for your age. Why, when my Lottie was fourteen she would have made two of you." Mary Rose squirmed. The unjust criticism was very hard to bear. She just had to murmur faintly that it would be some time before she would reach fourteen. "H-m, I thought so." Mrs.
"I don't think so. I don't think anything definite at this stage of the game. I want to find out what you know." "I don't know nothin', either." "H-m! Suppose I learn that for myself! I'll start at the beginning. Your name is William Barker?" "Yes. I told you that once." "Where is your home? What city have you lived in mostly?" The man hesitated.
I wouldn't hurt you. You seem to be a very sprightly sort of a creature. You laugh as though you really meant it. What's your name? I've told you mine." "Una." "H-m. That means 'first'." "But not the last. There are five others all girls." "Girls! What a pity!" She must have glanced around at him quickly, with that bird-like pertness I discovered later.
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