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After which they both registers glum, injured looks. A close-up of either of 'em would have soured a can of condensed milk, especially whenever Captain Rupert Killam took a chance on showin' himself. And Rupert, he was wise to the situation. He couldn't help being. He takes it hard, too. All his chesty, important airs are gone. He skulks around like a stray pup that's dodgin' the dog-catcher.
"I thought it would keep him off our heels for a while," says I. "I fed him an earful, I guess." "Young man," says Mr. Ellins, shakin' a forefinger at me, but lettin' his left eyelid drop knowin', "the next time I find that imagination of yours running loose I I'll authorize Captain Killam to catch it and put it in irons. Now let's have luncheon."
And if Captain Killam can lead me to genuine adventures, I am going to follow. So there you have it! All you saw in his story, I presume, was a chance to add to your millions. The romance of the thing, the mystery of that forgotten little island with its long hidden pirate hoard, never appealed to you in the least." "Oh, didn't it!" says Old Hickory.
That's just the way I feel about it. "I expect I'm released on this case, then?" says I, after waitin' while Old Hickory chews his cigar savage for a couple of minutes. "No," he snaps out. "You've succeeded in losing Captain Killam; now you'll help find him again. I'll go with you this time. Come." Seemed too simple for words at first, me and Mr.
With that low, smooth voice of his, and them buttermilk blue eyes fixed steady and earnest on mine, I was all but under the spell for a minute or so there. Then I shakes myself and gets back to normal. "Say," says I, "you ain't lookin' to put any such fancy tale as that over on Mr. Robert, are you?" "I hope I can interest him in the enterprise," says Killam.
"Now," says Auntie, liftin' her purple-decorated lid off one ear and tuckin' a stray lock into her back hair, "I will answer your question. I have just sent Captain Killam back to his hotel." "The Illington?" demands Old Hickory. "No," says Auntie. "It was my fancy that Captain Killam deserved rather better quarters than those you saw fit to provide.
Send care yacht Agnes, off Charleston. Dudley, what infant is this?" Dudley grins sheepish. "Consolidated Munitions," says he. "Oh!" says Old Hickory. "A war infant, eh? I see." Then he whirls on Rupert. "And by what idiotic inference, Killam, did you conjure up this rubbish about a plot?" Rupert, he turns and stares indignant at me.
But I, Rupert Killam, have at last discovered the true hiding place of that secret hoard." Can you beat that for a batty conversation to be handed across the table, right on Broadway at high noon? But say, take it from me, this Rupert party is some convincin' spieler.
Ellins, "will you kindly tell me what you have done with Captain Rupert Killam?" "Certainly, Mr. Ellins," says Auntie. "Won't you step in?" "I should prefer to be told here, at once," says Old Hickory. "My preference," comes back Auntie, "if I must be cross-examined, is to undergo the process in the privacy of my own library, not in a public hallway." Well, there was nothing else to it.
After a critical examination of the evidence in the case, he was unable to come to any other conclusion than that to which the jury had come. The evidence entirely fails to relieve the prisoner from responsibility for his acts. A new trial must be refused and the conviction must be confirmed. Mr. Justice Killam next followed at some length, concurring in the views of his brother judges.
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