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That he stood in earnest need of a shave heightened the pallor of brow and temples. He was seated, cramped rather, in an upright chair with chin down. His left hand beat a tattoo on the table top and he sucked the thumb of his right hand like a badly trained child at a make-belief meal. "Taste good?" asked Hipps. "If I'd known you'd a fancy that way I'd have brought along a soother."
"There's no such thing as a noisy gentleman." Ezra P. Hipps rapped the butt of his automatic on the table top. "You can keep the cross-talking for the automobile," he said. "We're through here step out." As they moved toward the door Laurence slipped a hand through Richard's arm. "My dear old fellow," he said, "if you only knew how distasteful all this is to me."
"Seems to me, gentlemen," he said, "there's something queer about the whole business. Barraclough was known to be starting tonight and instead you succeed in laying him by the heels." "What's wrong with that?" "Nothing except that it was all so infernally easy. Then again the fellow seems in such high spirits." Van Diest wrinkled his forehead and nodded at this but Hipps waved it aside.
"Hell! that sucker is trying to put it over on us!" "The bedroom shutters He's trying to escape." "For Lord's sake where's the door?" Someone found the knob in the darkness and the bedroom door was flung open. There was a scream from Laurence. Then Hipps' voice bellowing: "Great God! he's hanged himself."
He tottered drunkenly toward a chair and sat down all of a heap. "What's that?" demanded Hipps, with real alarm. "I can't remember," Richard laughed hysterically. "I can't remember what you want to know," and his head fell forward into his hands. For nearly a minute, Hipps looked at him in silence and his face was very white indeed. Then with the breath escaping between his teeth he turned away.
"I've a very particular reason for wishing him ill." "Hm! His engagement to Miss Irish?" "Perhaps." "How did you come to be mixed up in this affair?" "I happened to know Mr. Hipps and heard what was going on through him. It was my idea kidnapping Anthony. Doubt if they'd have had the nerve to think of it for themselves." "D'you think they'll get him to talk?"
"This young man wass very violent, Hipps," he muttered jerkily. "I donno s'no use seems." "Are we beat, Chief?" "I don't like this word 'beat. Mus' be a way." He paused for a moment to recover his breath then turned to Laurence. "This Miss Craven, she hass not arrifed yet?" "She's here. Came five minutes ago." "She know how we stand, yes?" Hipps nodded.
Close upon his heels was Hugo Van Diest, smiling ingratiatingly and bowing to the company. Hilbert Torrington rose and returned the courtesy. "An unexpected pleasure, gentlemen. And what precisely do you want?" "I guess it's a talk to the man who shoots the bull in the ring," Hipps replied, and added: "That substitute trick has exploded and the chap who pulled it has done a guy." Mr.
And she thought it over while Ezra P. Hipps addressed himself to a liberal helping of saddle of mutton smeared with great dollops of red currant jelly that looked to her like blood. An undercurrent of suppressed excitement pulsed through Mrs. Barraclough's household on the day of the seventeenth. You could feel it throbbing like the beat of a distant drum.
I've neither the mood nor the patience to teach you manners." His hand went out to take another cigarette from a silver box at his side. "No smoking," repeated Hipps in a level voice. "Don't be asinine, my good fool." His extended hand trembled, yearning to knot itself into a fist.
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