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Coming back there was only a little wind, and we travelled but slowly. We were very glad to land, for we were feeling rather sinking for want of food. To-day being the birthday of Mrs. Hagan's one-year-old son she sent us for supper a cooked fowl which was most acceptable.
Hagan's part as the warrior who is in love with her, and, seeing her partiality for the captain, nobly rescues him from death, I trust will prove a hit. A strange fish is this Hagan: his mouth full of stage-plays and rant, but good, honest, and brave, if I don't err. He is angry at having been cast lately for Sir O'Brallaghan, in Mr. Macklin's new farce of Love A-la-mode.
"Who in hell said you did!" growled the officer. "You're supposed to have snitched the lay to us, that's all and mind you play your part! Come on!" It was two doors down the hall to Mike Hagan's room, and there one of the officers, putting his shoulder to the door, burst it open and sprang in. The other shoved Jimmie Dale forward. It was quickly done. The three were in the room.
Don't make such threats before witnesses, for it is bad business." "It is what I mean!" shouted the boy, who had suddenly grown greatly excited. He flung off Hagan's hand, and sprang out before Frank. "You rob me!" he panted. "Pay me pay me, or I kill you!" "Better take him away, Hagan," said Merriwell, "or I'll turn him over to the police, which I do not care to do."
If your respectable family cry out because you marry the curate's daughter, one in ten, let us say, of his charming children; or because you engage yourself to the young barrister whose only present pecuniary resources come from the court which he reports, and who will have to pay his Oxford bills out of your slender little fortune; if your friends cry out for making such engagements as these, fancy the feelings of Lady Maria Hagan's friends, and even those of Mr.
I want you to get down to a real plant. This letter shall be sealed up again in its twelve silly envelopes and go by registered post to Hagan's correspondent. You shall have till to-morrow morning to invent all those things which we want Fritz to believe about the Navy. Make us out to be as rotten as you plausibly can. Give him some heavy losses to gloat over and to tempt him out of harbour.
It was the only chance. They would telephone the contents of the dead man's half of the letter to the New York police. Could he get to Hagan's room FIRST! "Look in Hagan's room," their part of the letter read but it did not say for WHAT, or exactly WHERE! If they found nothing, Hagan was safe.
Turning up Nassau, they soon came to the building in which Basil Jerome had his office. Jerome was in, and, on receiving Hagan's name, he agreed to see his visitors at once. "Sit down," he invited, motioning them to chairs in the private office to which they were admitted. "Didn't expect to see you again, Hagan, in such a hurry.
I cracked old Isaac's safe half an hour ago and I guess there won't be any idea going around that you got the money and I pulled a lemon. Say, I ain't superstitious, but it looks like luck meant you to have another chance, don't it?" The hat dropped from Hagan's hands to the floor, and he swayed a little. "You you ain't a dick!" he stammered.
That rite being accomplished to his satisfaction, he settled back and sent a cloud of wreathed smoke toward the ceiling before he picked up again his thread of conversation. Even when he had comfortably settled himself Mr. Hagan's initial comment was irrelevant. "Your place is decidedly changed, Mr. Tollman. Improved I should call it." "Thank you. Please state your business."
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