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These people understand the old hammer-and-tongs game." Just then the smaller outside door grated on its rusty hinges. We sprang to our feet, startled. Dillon leaped forward. Stupefying guns had no taming effect on his nationality. "Well, commish, is that the way you greet an old friend?" laughed McBirney, as a threatened strangle-hold was narrowly averted and turned into a handshake.
For a week they had been covering ground day after day; to-night they were due at Dick Marston's cousin's country house to stop for three days before the return trip through the mountains. "Dick," reflected Geoffrey McBirney aloud, "consider again about dropping me in Boston. I'll be as much good at a house-party as a crape veil at a dance. You're an awful ass to take me."
"Toward the West Side where those fly-by-night garages are all located." "Or, perhaps, the Jersey ferries," suggested Garrick. "Well, I thought you might like to know about this undersized driver," said McBirney a little sulkily because Garrick had not displayed as much enthusiasm as he expected. "I do," hastened Garrick. "Of course I do. And it may prove to be a very important clew.
October 10th. Telegram received by the Reverend Geoffrey McBirney, St. Andrews Parish House, Warchester: You must not come. Leaving Forest Gate. Sailing for Germany Saturday. Letter.
When I went out to look for the car, which I was going to drive myself, it was gone." "Where did you leave it?" asked McBirney, as if bringing out the evidence. "In the parking space half a block below the restaurant. A chauffeur standing near the curb told me that a man in a cap and goggles " "Another amateur detective," cut in McBirney parenthetically.
"We haven't found it," replied the detective with a discouraged sigh. "Haven't found it?" repeated Garrick. "Then how did you get this cartridge or, at least why do you connect it with the disappearance of the car?" "Well," explained McBirney, getting down to the story, "you understand Mr. Warrington's car was insured against theft in a company which is a member of our association.
McBirney, that the middle-aged, lined face of my uncle's gardener was beautiful as he said those things. "Why did you leave the forest?" I asked him then; you may believe I'd forgotten about my bones by now. "Ah, you'll find it grows irksome to be coddling one's own soul indefinitely," he confided to me with the pretty gentleness which breaks through his Scotch manner once in a while.
Nor ever again would she settle down quietly anywhere. She had a strong, clear voice and a taste for music, and this led her to take to singing ballads about the country at markets and fairs. The harder she was thinking about fickle Richard McBirney, the louder and shriller she sang.
"Garrick," he said slowly, "I'd like to have you take up the case for us, too. I've heard already that you are working on the automobile cases. You see, I have ways of getting information myself. We're not so helpless as your friend McBirney, maybe, thinks." He faced us and it was almost as if he read our minds.
He blew a cloud of smoke to the ceiling and spoke aloud, impatiently. "All the same, they're none of them any good," said Geoffrey McBirney, and directed himself to stop worrying about this thing. And with that came a sudden memory of a buoyant, fresh voice saying tremendous words like a gentle child, of the blue flash of eyes only half seen in a storm-swept darkness, of roses bobbing.
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