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Parkinson, it may be said, had been left in the hall. "Suppose I happen to forget it? How do we proceed?" "In that case I am afraid that I might have to trouble you to establish your identity," the manager explained. "It rarely happens." "Then we will say 'Conspiracy." The word was written down and the book closed. "Here is your key, sir. If you will allow me your key-ring "
Off she went at once with long strides, the keys jingling on the great silver key-ring fastened to her belt, her plate in her hand, held in equilibrium by the distaff which she held under her arm as if ready for battle, for she spun all day long, and did not stop even to eat her chestnuts.
His real name was Michael, but the children called him Barney, and the name stuck. When they were at odds, as they usually were, they shouted "Barney Bluebeard!" after him, and ran away and hid in trembling delight as he shook his key-ring at them, and showed his teeth with the evil leer which he reserved specially for them. It was reported in the alley that he was a woman-hater; hence the name.
I think that's what we've just seen, though I may be wrong in my theory as to what the phantom is." "Well, it's gone now, at any rate," said Mr. Jenks, "and I think we'd better get back inside the tent. It's cold out here." "Aren't some of us going to stand guard?" demanded Mr. Damon. "What for?" asked Mr. Jenks. "Why er bless my key-ring!
To that end he stuck up a peaceful citizen of Butte who was hurrying homeward with an armful of bundles, and in the warm dusk of a pleasant evening relieved him of eighty-three dollars, a Swiss watch with an elk's-tooth fob, a pearl-handled penknife, a key-ring, and a bottle of digestive tablets. Three wasted years of industry had not robbed Mr.
Very well: back to the cab! another tip; hurry! hurry! hurry! His mother's house, the steps, his key in the lock again and again his fingers closed on the key-ring in his pocket! letters on the hall table awaiting him her letter. Then again the relaxing shock: suppose it was not there?
Surely, you are not about to leave your dear, good, patient husband, Patricia? Heroines only do that on dark and stormy nights, and in an opera toilette; wearing her best gown seems always to affect a heroine in that way." Mr. Charteris, at this point, dropped the key-ring, and drew nearer to her; his voice sank to a pleading cadence.
He stood there while a laugh covered his features, and he put his hand in his pocket and drew out a key-ring, which he waved, holding it by some long, stemlike instrument. Then he snapped back into nothing.
Haggerty was presently astonished to see the artist produce his own key-ring. "What now?" "When Crawford went abroad he left a key with me. I am making some drawings for an Egyptian romance and wanted to get some atmosphere." "Uhuh." "Which key is it that unlocks a door?" asked Forbes, his eyes sparkling. "Never'll get that out o' your head, will you?" "Which key?" "Th' round-headed one."
Finally, with an incredible spring, it leaped onto the chain supporting the lamp above my head, and with the garish shade swinging and spinning wildly, clung there looking down at me like an acrobat on a trapeze. The tiny, bluish face, completely framed in grotesque whiskers, enhanced the illusion of an acrobatic comedian. Never for a moment did it release its hold upon the key-ring.
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