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So I slides out and boards a Columbus Avenue surface car, and inside of twenty minutes I'm at Auntie's apartments, interviewin' Helma, her original bonehead maid. No, Miss Verona wasn't at home. She'd gone for her morning ride in the park. Also Auntie was out. "So early as this?" says I. "When did Auntie get away?" "Before breakfast yet," says Helma.
Surely she might spare him for five minutes. Yes, of course. You may have my taxi if you'll drop me at the club first. Let's do it." So that's how I come to be interviewin' a chesty head waiter at the Tarleton twenty minutes later. From where I stood I could see Warrie Mason well enough, but I has to write out a message and have it taken in.
"I thought you were, probably," said Wilbur, "and I'm much obliged to you, if you came to meet me." "That's all right! But if you're ready, maybe we'd better start interviewin' the scenery on the trail. How about chuck?" "Thanks," said the boy, "I had dinner on the car." "An' you're thirsty none?" "Not especially. But," he added, not wishing to offend his companion, "if you are, go ahead."
"Whatever put it into your head I don't know but don't you realize what you're a-doin', comin' up here like this and movin' in, high-handed, without speaking to nobody? Well, you've made yourself liable to trespass that's what you've done! Trespass and house-breaking, too, I guess, without interviewin' me first!" The violet eyes flew wider.
"Sure!" says I. What was the use wastin' any more breath? Besides, I'd been hearin' a lot of these young hicks talk big about spots where the lid could be pried off. Maybe it was so. Ambrose and 'Chita should have a look, anyway. And I spent the rest of the afternoon interviewin' sporty acquaintances over the 'phone, gettin' dope on where to hunt for active capers and poppin' corks.
"But this method would be so thoroughly cold-blooded, heartless," protests Mr. Robert. "Wouldn't stop Whitey, though," says I. "Then we must do our best to find Penrhyn," says he. "Sure!" says I. "Sleuth stuff. How about startin' at his rooms and interviewin' his man?" "Good!" says Mr. Robert. "We will go there at once." We did.
But though a picture of calmness on the outside, inwardly I wuz callin' almost wildly on my powers of memory, tryin' to think jest what Malviny had done, one of the immortal Children of the Abbey, when Lord Mortimer approached her with his onlawful suit, and I tried also to recall what the Mountain Mourner had done in like circumstances, but before I had half done interviewin' them heroines in sperit my mind wuz recalled into the onwelcome present by Mr.
"Why, ye-es, I don't know but there is. You just give Mr. Stone Cap'n Hammond's compliments and tell him I'm lookin' forward to interviewin' him some time. Just tell him that, will you?" "I'll tell him. Glad to have met you, Captain Hammond." The captain nodded solemnly. "Say, Mr. King," he said, "you ain't half so glad as I am." Mr. Prince strutted into the store.
Maginnis, as my orders was. He was that set on interviewin' this here party but Lor', he'd give him to you, same's himself. Only are you sure you're feelin' up to it to-day, Mr. Varney? If mebbe you'd let me'r Callery go along now, just in case, y' know " Varney gave an answer which Mr. Stobo found completely reassuring.
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