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Haggerty, on a certain day, received twenty-five hundred dollars from the Hindu prince and five hundred more from the hotel management. The detective bore up under the strain with stoic complacency. "The Blind Madonna of the Pagan Chance" always had her hand upon his shoulder. Kitty went to Bar Harbor, her mother to visit friends in Orange.
The man might return. It was certain that he, Haggerty, would come back on the morrow. He was anxious to compare the thumb-print with the one he had in his collection. For what had the man come? Keep-sakes?
A million dollars in jools in a chest y' could open with a can-opener. Queer ginks, these Hindus. We see lots o' fakers, but this one is the real article. Mebbe a reward. All right; little ol' Haggerty can use th' money. I may not be home t' supper." "Anything more about Mr. Crawford's valet?" Haggerty scowled. "Not a line. I've been living in gambling joints, but no sign of him.
"No; but we can ship them on ahead." "Haggerty says," remarked Uncle John, "that you won't need thin clothes until you get out to California. In fact, the mountain trip is rather cool. But it's perpetual sunshine, you know, even there, with brisk, keen air; and the whole journey, Haggerty says, is one of absolute delight." "Who is Haggerty?" asked Patsy. "A liar," answered the Major, positively.
"I might look around in there while I'm waiting for his Majesty t' change. Did y'ever hear th' likes? Bug-house." "But he pays a hundred the day, Haggerty. I'll let you privately into Lord Monckton's suite. But you'll waste your time." "Sure he left this morning?" "I'll phone the office and make sure. . . . Lord Monckton left shortly after midnight. His man followed early this morning.
She seemed peacefully ignorant of everything but her kissable lips, and she adorably poked at things with lazy graceful fingers, and talked the Little Language to Carson Haggerty, at which Olympia shrugged her shoulders and turned to the others. There were a Mr. and Mrs.
What is your opinion?" Mr. Wrenn turned to Istra for protection. She promptly announced: "Mr. Wrenn absolutely agrees with me. By the way, he's doing a big book on the recrudescence of Kipling, after his slump, and " "Oh, come off, now! Kipling! Blatant imperialist, anti-Stirner!" cried Carson Haggerty, kicking out each word with the assistance of his swinging left foot.
A Chinese juggler does not play with his glass balls more dexterously than she plays with all the effects and tricks of the voice. What luck for her to have blossomed like that into a full-fledged prima-donna with so little effort. I have got to know her quite well, as Miss Haggerty, who was at some school with her in Paris, invites her often to lunch and asks me to meet her.
"Mouse dear, this is one of our best little indecent poets, Mr. Carson Haggerty. From America California too. Mr. Hag'ty, Mr. Wrenn." "Pleased meet you," said both men in the same tone of annoyance. Mr. Wrenn implored: "I uh I thought you might like to look at these magazines. Just dropped in to give them to you." He was ready to go. "Thank you so good of you. Please sit down.
"And think of you," said Garry, his voice changing, "salting the old man's fireplace with your own money so that his niece could come down here and study French and music! You wonderful, soft-hearted Irish lunatic! I love you for it!" Kenny rose at once and began to bluster around the studio, damning Haggerty. There was something disturbingly warm and honest in Garry's eyes.
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