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Updated: June 16, 2025
Yeh oughttuh know how bad yeh want the matter hushed." "As I calculate it, then, fifty ought to be enough for the boys; and fifty will repay you for your trouble." The end of Hickey's expensive panetela was tilted independently toward the ceiling. "Shouldn't wonder if it would," he murmured, gratified.
He raised his hand with an indescribably swift and vicious gesture, and a flame seemed to blaze out from his finger-tips. At the same instant Hickey's weapon spat by Maitland's cheek; the young man felt the hot furnace breath of it. The burglar reeled as though from a tremendous blow.
"Ever since Cornelius Hickey put up 'Hickey's Hut, the first Salvation Army hut in France, they have been working at a loss. I saw an American officer give a Salvation Army chaplain 500 francs out of his pay at a certain small town in France recently. "The work done in 'Hickey's Hut' did much to endear the Salvation folks to the doughboys.
"I have seen the most ghastly cuts and bruises on the chaps in the lumber camps," he said, "and the miners are always blowing themselves up, and getting all sorts of chest troubles, not to speak of mountain fever, rheumatism, and the like. There is absolutely no place for them to go. Hickey's saloon is vile, noisy, and full of bugs. Ugh! I'll never forget the night I put in there.
As he redoubled his efforts to shatter it, Hickey's hand shot over his shoulder to aid him.... And with startling abruptness the barrier seemed to dissolve before their eyes, the glass falling inward with a shrill clatter.
Thar's no chance to duck the play, however, as old Hickey's word is law, so I sadly buckles on the giant drum. "'We're jest turnin' into the picnic ground where this meetin's bein' held an' I've got thoughts of nothin' but my art as we moosicians says an' elevatin' the local opinion of an' concernin' the meelodious merits of the band.
Nearly every day when his teaching in the college was ended he used to wander down the quays to the second-hand booksellers, to Hickey's on Bachelor's Walk, to Web's or Massey's on Aston's Quay, or to O'Clohissey's in the bystreet. He did not know how to meet her charge. He wanted to say that literature was above politics.
Down the third shaft over, the other cage was dropping like a plummet, a block of golden light walled in by black filigree-work and bisected vertically by the black line of the guide-rail. "Stop that there car!" Hickey's stentorian command had no effect; the block of light continued to fall with unabated speed. The detective wasted no more breath.
"Now, then, any gent desirous uv heving his system ventilated free of charge, will kin'ly step this way," he mocked. "Ah " as Hickey's hand slid to his waist, "don't touch thet gun, mister, or yer friends will be sendin' you flowers." "Waal, by Juniper!" drawled Rafter, as he gathered his spidery form together and scrambled to his feet. "You seem ter hev ther drop on us, stranger."
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