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"I was afraid you had gotten into more difficulties," he explained, with a smile. "So I did but I got out of them again," I replied. Sitting down, I gave him the particulars of my visit to Chris Holtzmann and to Sammy Simpson, and handed over the documents for inspection. Mr. Harrison was deeply interested, and examined the papers with great care.
Of all the isolated fragments that Marcion had ejected from his Gospel, there are only four iv. 24, xi. 49-51, xx. 37, 38, xxii. 28-30, nine verses in all in which no peculiarities have been noticed. And yet even here the traces of authorship are not wanting. It happens strangely enough that in a list of parallel passages given by Dr. Holtzmann to illustrate the affinities of thought between St.
"Roger, my faithful boy, you almost make me hope for freedom," he cried. "Oh, how I long to be set right before the world!" "God make it so," put in my uncle, solemnly. "To suffer unjustly is terrible." Then I told of my interview with Mr. Woodward in his library and of Holtzmann. "Holtzmann was one of the principal witnesses against me," said my father.
"Only been in Jersey a month, and that time was spent principally in Jersey City and Camden. I'm in the pottery business. Our principal office is in Chicago." "Do you know much about that city?" "Lived there all my life." I was on the point of asking him about Holtzmann, but on second thought decided to remain silent. On and on sped the train, making but few stops.
"Judge Fowler and I were saying what a peculiar case it was. Chris Holtzmann claims to keep a first-class resort, and I would hardly dare to proceed against him were it not for these papers, and you, Mr. Harrison." "You will arrest him at once?" questioned the gentleman. "If you say so." "I do, most assuredly." "You are interested in the case?" queried the sergeant, as he prepared to leave.
I would probably have to remain in confinement until the following morning, and in the meantime John Stumpy could call on Chris Holtzmann and arrange plans to suit himself. This would never do, as it would defeat the whole object of my trip West, and send me home to be laughed at by Mr. Aaron Woodward and Duncan. "Can I ask for an examination at once?" I inquired. "Maybe; if the judge is there."
"The papers are in the hands of the proper parties," went on the sergeant. "Then I can't have 'em back?" "No; and the less you have to do with the whole matter, the better off you'll be. Where has Holtzmann gone?" "To Brooklyn." I was astonished. To Brooklyn, and so soon! "You are sure?" I queried. "Yes; he and the other gent intended to take the first train." Here was indeed news.
I am this boy's friend, and I am here to see justice done." "What do you mean?" "I mean that you and your colleagues Chris Holtzmann there, John Stumpy, alias Ferguson, and the late Nicholas Weaver have foully wronged this boy's father." "It's a lie!" cried Aaron Woodward, with a quivering lip. "It's the truth," I said. "The plain truth, and I can prove every word of it." "Prove it!"
I was glad that if he was a detective I was aware of the fact. I would now know how to trust him, and I made up my mind that if he got the best of me it would be my own fault. One thing struck me quite forcibly. The merchant and John Stumpy both considered my proposed visit to Chris Holtzmann of importance.
"No; he's up and around the corner long ago." "We must catch the rascal," went on Mr. Woodward, in a high voice. "He knows too much; he will ruin us both." "Ruin us both?" sneered the proprietor of the Palace of Pleasure. "I don't see how he can ruin me." "You're in it just as deep as I am just as deep." "Not a bit of it," returned Holtzmann, with spirit.
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