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"His fire was kept up all night for nothing." "I suppose he has been here this morning," Kelson observed casually. "No," was the prompt reply. "Nothing has been seen or heard of him here since he left last night for the ball." Kelson whistled. "That looks rather queer, doesn't it, Hugh?" Gifford nodded. "Very, I should say. What do you make of it?" he asked the landlord.
"Well, you are indeed a very civil, kind gentleman," I thought. Then all of a sudden I remembered the land-sharks I had been warned against, but when I looked in his face I felt certain that he was not one of them. "And so you have heard speak of Tom Kelson," said he, looking at me. "Not much, sir," I answered.
Muriel is a thorough good sort, and we shall suit each other down to the ground. We've every chance of happiness." Before Gifford could reply there came a knock at the door. The landlord entered. "Beg your pardon, captain," he said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but could you tell me whether they are keeping up the Hunt Ball very late?" "No, Mr. Dipper," Kelson answered. "It was all over long ago.
"All right," Curtis said sulkily, "for the good of the cause I suppose I must, but I hate spying." Two nights later in a private room at the Piccadilly, after dinner, when the champagne and liqueurs had got into Curtis's head and he was leaning back in his chair, smiling and silly, Hamar suddenly said, "Ed! you remember what I told you about watching Kelson. Have you discovered anything?"
He has only to will himself to be in the air and he is there. Look!" And to the amazement the indescribable, unparalleled amazement of all present, Mr. Kelson knit his brows, as if engaged in intense thought, and, jumping off his feet, remained in the air, at a height of some four feet from the floor.
Now I can't wait to say more, I must go." "I asked you," Lilian Rosenberg said, as Kelson resumed his seat, "if the dream was a warning?" "No," Kelson said, "I shouldn't take it as such.
Hamar laughed, as he filled three glasses with champagne. "Here, drink, you fellows, 'Long life, health and prosperity to Hamar, Curtis and Kelson, the Modern Sorcery Company Ltd." "Do you believe in dreams?" Gladys Martin inquired, as, fresh from a stroll in the garden, she joined her aunt, Miss Templeton, in the breakfast room at Pine Cottage.
"It is a mistake to rush things, that is all," was the unsatisfactory answer. "If I saw the slightest chance of danger I would not hesitate to take your advice," Kelson said. "But I don't. Nor do you. Since when have you become so cautious?" Gifford forced a laugh. "It is coming on with age." Kelson clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't encourage it, my dear Hugh.
"Hi, bo'sun!" shouted out the skipper presently, after carrying on like this for a goodish spell, the deck working beneath our feet and the Star of the North seeming to be flying through water and air alike by a series of leaps and bounds, quivering down to her very kelson with the sustained motion and the ever-driving impulse of her masterful engines spurring her onward.
The later the better." "Yes, indeed. Any idea of the cause of the sad business?" "None, as yet. A complete mystery." "Probably a woman in it." "Not unlikely. Good-bye." As Kelson turned from the door, Morriston and another man appeared at the farther end of the hall and called to him. "You know Dr. "A terrible business this, doctor," Kelson observed as they shook hands.
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