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This work, originally published in German, consists in that language of 2 vols. 8vo. There was likewise published in French, Paris, 1805. 1 vol. 8vo., Voyage en Portugal, par M. le Comte de Hoffmansegg, as a continuation of Link's Travels, the Count having travelled in this country with Mr. Link, and continued in it after the latter left it. Mr.
Link's gone down to the city to get some money." "All right," said MePhail; "any time." "Goin' t' snow?" "Looks like it. I'll haf to load a lot o' ca'tridges ready fr biz." About an hour later old lady Bingham burst upon the banker, wild and breathless. "I want my money," she announced. "Good morning, Mrs. Bingham. Pleasant-" "I want my money. Where's Lincoln?"
"You're coming with me," contradicted the man in that same quiet voice, but slipping his muscular arm into Link's. With his other hand he shifted the lapel of his coat, displaying a police badge on its reverse. Still avoiding any outward appearance of force, he turned about, with his arm locked in Ferris's and started toward the clubhouse.
A long hairy arm reached out and clutched it, and hastily hid the object in the straw. The treasure was a bottle three-parts full of brandy, Professor Thunder's extra special. The Missing Link's performances during the next hour were curious and perfunctory: the animal was not himself.
In the evenings it had been sweet to lounge at Link's feet, on the little white porch, in the summer dusk; or to lie in drowsy content in front of the glowing kitchen stove on icy nights when the gale screeched through the naked boughs of the dooryard trees and the snow scratched hungrily at the window panes. Now, the dog's sensitive brain was aware of a subtle alteration.
This was done, and the man in charge of Link's case agreed to see Andy and Dunk early the next day to learn what success they had. Then the trap was laid. The two who were doing this, not so much to prove Mortimer guilty as to free Link and others upon whom suspicion had fallen, went about their work. As Dunk had surmised, Wright Hall was almost deserted.
But he obeyed the injunction, and fell into step at Link's side as usual. Ferris suffered himself to be piloted, unresisting, through the tattered remnant of the crowd and up the clubhouse steps. There his conductor led him through the sacred portals and down a wide hallway to the door of a committee room.
Nickie thirst had been nagging at him for two hours past. He always contended that the Missing Link's skin was provocative of a great drought. He pleaded with Matty, the bone man, appealing artfully to his professional pride, for Bonypart loved to feel in exalted moments that his position as the living skeleton was not insignificant after all.
Then perhaps it was the drink playing tricks with Ferris's mind it seemed to him that he could still see those deep-set dark eyes staring up at him through the murk, with that same fearless and yet piteous look in their depths. It was a look that the brief sputter of match-light had photographed on Link's brain.
Send five hundred noteheads and envelopes to match. Business brisk. Press of correspondence just now. Get them out quick. Wire. Two or three others came in after a little money, but he put them off easily. "Just been cashing some paper, and took all the ready cash I can spare. Can't you wait till tomorrow? Link's gone down to St. Paul to collect on some paper. Be back on the five o'clock.
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