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For some moments he sat gazing into the weird stillness, then he asked in one of his restful tones: "Billy who owns this place?" "You mean the shanty?" "I mean as far as we can see." "Well," answered Holcomb, "as far as we can see is a good ways.
"Well, yes, if if do you know of a Dr. Holcomb?" "You mean the professor. He lives on Dwight Way. At this time of the day you would be more apt to find him at the university. Is he expecting you?" It was a blunt question and of course none of his business. Yet, just what another does not want him to know is ever the pursuit of a detective.
Folks don't keep stuff like that whar he kep' it 'less it's sumpin perticler. Somebody'll find him in the woods some time with a hole in him." Holcomb laid the powder on the table. What he suspected he dared not formulate into words, let alone tell the hide-out. "I ain't never forgot ye, Billy, for what ye've done for me," continued the hide-out with a choke in his feeble voice.
They evidently feel, and wish the public to understand, that the National Republican Committee has given them a free hand to pursue their obstructionist course. And to confirm this comes President-elect Harding's refusal to attempt to persuade Governor Holcomb.
Just before twelve Calliope caught off her apron and pulled down her sleeves. "Now," she said, "I'm going to welcome the guests. I can can't I?" she begged me. "Everything's all ready but putting on. I won't need to come out here again; when I ring the bell on the sideboard, dish it up an' bring it in, all together turkey ahead an' vegetables followin'. Mis' Holcomb, you help 'em, won't you?
"I hate long descriptions of places; besides, I can imagine it perfectly a muddy old stream with a lot of sad looking trees sticking about in a wilderness miles away from any human being anyone in his or her right mind would ever care to see. As for your Holcomb and the other two tramps, they would simply bore me to death." The assumed tenderness in her voice had vanished now.
Then a little stir of laughter and a straying comment or two about, say, the length of days at that time of year, and: "Mrs. Sykes?" "Just milk, please. I always say I don't think tea would hurt anybody if they'd leave the sugar alone. But then, I've got a very peculiar stomach." "Mrs. Holcomb?" "I want mine plain tea, thank you.
Holcomb straightened up and his face became suddenly grave. The subject was evidently a distasteful one. "Whom do you mean, Mr. Thayor?" "I don't know his name; I only remember the incident, but it has haunted me ever since." "You mean Dinsmore." "What has become of him?" "I haven't heard lately." He evidently did not want to discuss it further certainly not in a crowded room full of strangers.
"There you're going to refuse; I was half afraid you would. But you will come won't you? Please, Mr. Holcomb!" She seated herself opposite him, resting her adorable little chin in her hands, her eyes again looking into his own. "I mean I'd rather your mother had asked me," he said, after a moment's hesitation. "I'm afraid Mrs. Thayor would be better pleased if I did not come, much as I'd like to."
Hurry up and drink your coffee," he continued, looking at the clock over the chimney-piece in the breakfast room; "Holcomb is waiting for us. But put on your heaviest boots, Alice, before you start; the trail is apt to be damp in places after the misty night. We are lucky not to have waked up in a drizzling rain."
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