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Brink said briskly: "No, I don't see any reason to change my mind.... No.... I know it was luck, if you want to put it that way, but.... No. I wouldn't advise that! Please take my advice about when your eyelid twitches " Fitzgerald heard the crash of the receiver hung up at some distant place. Brink rubbed his ear. He turned back. "Hm-m-m," he said. "Your pipe's gone out." It was.
He's eatin' that up, you can see. "Hm-m-m!" says he, rubbin' his chin. "I suppose I would be expected to er meet her there?" "I believe the program is for you to take her to the church and bring her back for the reception," says I. "Yes, you'd have a chance for quite a reunion." "I wonder how it would seem, talking to Louise again," says he. "Might be a little awkward at first," says I, "but "
It discovered our ship and our mine there. We wished to keep the mine secret. Because the humans had found out our secret, we br-rought them here. And the ship. It is disabled." "Hm-m-m," said Sergeant Madden. "I'll send a repair-boat down to fix whatever's the matter with it. Of course you won't mind." He turned away, and turned back.
Then he frowned, as if he were dissatisfied with what he'd said. He shook his head and made an impatient gesture. "No good," he said vexedly. "You can't say it. Hm-m-m ... I'll nap a while until the Aldeb gets here." He settled back to doze. Patrolman Willis regarded him with an odd expression.
Hm-m-m. That young man is entirely too strong in the arms to suit me. It struck me the last three times he rode this horse. But somebody is betting on Elisha to-day. That may make a difference, and if it does, we may have to ask Mr. Sharpshooter Engle a few questions." "Leave it to him to answer 'em," said the associate judge. "It's the best thing he does.
Half an hour later she sat up on the couch. Pilch switched on a desk light and looked at her thoughtfully. Trigger blinked. Then her eyes widened, first with surprise, then in comprehension. "Liar!" she said. "Hm-m-m," said Pilch. "Yes." "That was the interview!" "True." "Then you're the egghead!" "Tcha!" said Pilch. "Well, I believe I can modestly describe myself as being like that. Yes.
"Then you think the others are ... prisoners?" "Afraid so yes. When was it you captured the train Friday or Saturday?" "Saturday, sir." "Hm-m-m, I thought so. That was what the reports from the South said, but I couldn't be sure. And how was it you didn't take the train on Friday, as we planned? But, perhaps, you'd better tell me the story right from the beginning."
Was Engle going to bet on Cornflower? Well, about Engle hm-m-m. He's right over there, sonny; better ask him. After Little Mose had been given his riding orders briefly, they were to do the best he could and come home in front if possible Old Man Curry turned Elisha over to Shanghai and went into the betting ring. Elisha's price was still 7 to 5.
He drew from his pocket the documents given him by Lord Hastings, and these he also passed to Secretary Daniels. The latter read them carefully, his face drawn into a scowl. "Hm-m-m," he said at last. "Hm-m-m." He grew silent, apparently lost in thought. At last he spoke. "I have had some such fears myself," he said at last, "but it seems they are not shared by other officials of the department.
But there wasn't a Leary I didn't know all about. "You must have boarded there too," says I. "But if I ever heard your name, it didn't stick." "It may have been," says he, "that I was not using the Dorsett part of it just at that time. Business reasons, you understand. But the H in my name stands for Hines. What about William Hines, now?" "Hm-m-m!" says I, starin' at him.
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