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But Dark was now within range, and the intense beam of his downward-chopping heatgun caught Goat at the base of the skull and swept all the way down his back. Goat Hennessey plunged forward to the floor, dead, his spine burned away. Even as Goat fell, his companions emerged from their paralysis.
Carlton scanned the lad's face. "No, Van," he replied with quiet emphasis, "that is not all. You are more than Bob's chum you are a friend of mine, too." The boy flushed. "I'd like to think so, Mr. Carlton." "I want you to know so, Van. I happened to see Mr. Hennessey," he went on in a lower tone, "and he related to me that incident at the factory.
"A man can't leave his daughter away from him, though I'm half thinking there's many a man would be willing enough if he could." Phyl raised her head. Her quick ear had caught a sound from the avenue. Then the crash of wheels on gravel came from outside and her companion, rising hurriedly from his chair, went to the window. "That's him," said the easy-speaking Hennessey.
Here, after a while, Hennessey bade the other good night and departed for bed, whilst Pinckney, leaning back in his armchair, fell into a lazy and contemplative mood, his eyes wandering from point to point. All this business was very new to him. Pinckney had inherited his father's brains as well as his money.
"Don't tell me, Mr. Hennessey," he pleaded. "Don't tell me anything that is secret. I can't listen. It wouldn't be right." It was evident both to the superintendent and to Bob that his distress was real, and although neither of them understood it Mr. Hennessey cut short his explanation.
"Tommy" Pepper rode in pint flasks designed to slip safely into a man's coat pocket. Cognac and Garnkirk, a case for each, rode in tall, slim bottles with no shoulders at all. Plumper than they, Three Star Hennessey sat smugly waiting until the joke was turned upon its victim. A tempting load it was, to men of certain minds and morals. Casey grinned sardonically when he thought of it.
Dublin giving her best to them, and they with deaf ears to her music and blind eyes to her sons." "But, you see, Mrs. Hennessey, the Pinckneys are my relations." "Irish?" cried the good woman, absolutely unconscious of everything but the vision before her. "Those that can't see their own land aren't Irish. Mongrels is the name for them, without pride of heart or light of understanding."
Hennessey and with herself. Plenty of people had been to dinner at Kilgobbin, yet she had never felt ashamed of the ménage till now. This stranger from over the water, notwithstanding her dislike for him, had the power to disturb her mind as few other people had disturbed it in the course of her short life.
"That's what we're here for," answered Mr. Hennessey, obviously enjoying his amazement. "All raw sugar comes to us this way. You see, it is about the color of maple or brown sugar, but it is not nearly so pure, for it has a great deal of dirt mixed with it when we first get it." "Where does it come from?" inquired Bob. "Largely from the plantations of Cuba and Porto Rico.
"There's one thing that I've remembered as a result of seeing Goat Hennessey," said Dark in a firmer voice. "This place isn't too far from a place in the Xanthe Desert where Goat conducted some significant experiments. If he left any of his records there and I'm thinking of some in particular they might go a long way toward solving the problem we've all be working on for so long.
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