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"I have Furneaux's authority for the statement that the prisoner is a Jap, and belongs to a society calling itself the 'Sons of Nippon." "But confound it, I have no quarrel with Japan. If anything, I am one of her best friends." "I must get Handyside to propound one of his favorite theories.
Handyside, too, made matters easy by lifting his hat and walking off in the direction of the luggage van. "Well," she said, "I really don't care what happens if only I lose no time." Suiting the action to the word, she hurried toward the exit, and was murmuring something that sounded like an apology for her seeming brusqueness as they passed the ticket collector. Here a momentary difficulty arose.
You weren't a bit afraid for yourself, anyway and I was terrified. I'd have been far more effective if I'd just opened the door an inch and called 'boo!" "I fancy that would have finished me, Miss Handyside! But do you want to learn to shoot? If so, and you'd allow me, I'd give you a lesson or two, with pleasure." "Would you? But you mustn't tell father.
The next day I waked from a profound and feverish sleep, and called for something to drink. There was a servant answered whom I had never seen before, and he was clad in my servant's clothes and livery. I asked for Andrew Handyside, the servant who had waited at table the night before; but the man answered with a stare and a smile: "What do you mean, sirrah," said I. "Pray what do you here?
"I passed a person who seemed to be intoxicated, if judged by his violent language, but in the darkness and the rain we must have been practically invisible to each other." "If he was using bad language, sir," said Caw, rising, "he was certainly not the party I am thinking of. May I retire, gentlemen?" he inquired, glancing towards Miss Handyside. "Yes, Caw. You will have much to tell Mr.
Forbes will soon be rescued from captivity. Yes, she was carried off from Beachy Head this afternoon by Wong Li Fu, but, by the rarest good fortune, this Mr. Handyside, a friend of Mr. Theydon's, was able to follow on the trail, and steps are now being taken to free her. Your daughter will speak to you. I intervened merely to vouch for it that an almost incredible story is true.
Harvie, whatever his own ideas might be, was under an obligation to assume as much until a slight grimace of disapproval "the clock stopped." "I have other instructions," he added, "but they are not to be acted on at present." He had returned to town by the last steamer. "So we have come back to where we started," Dr. Handyside was saying.
This phone is nearly a mile from the farm, and Jackson is tightening nuts outside the villa I spoke of. Now, what's the next item on the program?" Winter grabbed the receiver unceremoniously. "I am a representative of Scotland Yard, Mr. Handyside," he said. "If ever you want work come to me, J. L. Winter, and I'll find you some.
In fact I nearly did. When they released me I could hardly stand. After that, Mr. Handyside came, and accompanied me here, with a detective sitting next the driver, and my husband and Evelyn have told me something of the extraordinary things which have been going on in London while I was gadding about at Eastbourne." "Was the detective a man named Furneaux?" inquired Theydon. Mrs.
Oddly enough, after the first wondering glance, this observer was more closely taken up with Handyside. It was as though he said to himself: "Theydon I know, but who in the world is his companion, and why are they traveling by an Eastbourne express today of all days?"
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