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"I hadn't a chance to tell you what I'd seen, and all night long I kept hearin' him say it!" "Say what, Joe?" "Say, 'Oh, my God! like I told you, boss; I couldn't sleep for it, I wonder if he slept!" "Joe," said the gambler, "I'll tell you something that I have only told the sheriff. I was in Langham's office late yesterday and John North was there; he left to go to McBride's.
'Aven't seen a proper spicy paper for a year. Good old Jerrold's!" Pinewood and Moppet, reservists, flung themselves on McBride's shoulders, pinning him to the ground. "Lie over your own bloomin' side of the bed, an' we can all look," he protested. "They're only po-ah Tommies," said Copper, apologetically, to the prisoner. "Po-ah unedicated Khakis. They don't know what they're fightin' for.
He was staring out across the empty snow-strewn Square at the lights in Archibald McBride's windows. "Remember," said Gilmore, moving toward the door. "I'll talk to you when you got two thousand dollars." "Damn you, where do you think I'll get it?" cried Langham. "I'm not good at guessing," laughed Gilmore. He turned without another word or look and left the room.
To me the thing seemed incomprehensible, that without an outcry being overheard by any of the guests a murder could have been done in a crowded hotel in which the rooms on every side had been occupied and people had been passing through the halls at all hours. Had it indeed been a suicide, in spite of McBride's evident conviction to the contrary?
Langham has just told us of," said Moxlow. "But where are the bonds?" he added. "They were not among McBride's papers, that's sure," said the sheriff. "Probably they were taken also, though it's hardly conceivable that the murderer waited to sort over the papers in the safe. I tell you, gentlemen, his position was a ticklish one." It was the coroner who spoke.
They would start, Theodora in Mrs. McBride's with her, and Captain Fitzgerald with Lord Bracondale, and each couple could spend the afternoon as they pleased, dining again at the Réservoirs and whirling back to Paris in the moonlight. A truly rural and refreshing programme, good for the soul of man. "And I can rely upon you to get rid of the husband?" said Lord Bracondale, finally.
"Go on, pal" begged Custer. He felt that his mother's interruptions were positively cruel, and so like a woman! "Me and young John North passed the time of day," continued Mr. Shrimplin, thus abjured, "and I started around the north side of the Square to light the lamp on old man McBride's own corner. If I'd knowed then " he paused impressively, "if I'd just knowed then, that was my time!
One point is quite clear, however, and that is the hour when the crime was committed. We can fix that almost to a certainty. The murderer did his work between half past five and six o'clock. Mr. Shrimplin has just informed us that the only person he saw on the Square, until he met Colonel Harbison, was John North, whom he encountered within a block of McBride's store and with whom he spoke.
"'Singular, says I, and out I jumps to have a look about. I walked to the lamp-post, and then I seen what I hadn't seen before, that old man McBride's store door was open, so I stepped on to the sidewalk intending to close it, but as I put my hand on the knob I seen where the snow had drifted into the room, so I knew the door must have been open some little time.
The Crescent continued to cruise with Admiral McBride's squadron during the winter, making several attempts to assist the royalists on various places on the coast of France, and annoying the enemy's coasting trade. The following letters from Sir James to his brother in London, give a particular account, in his own words, of the arduous services on which he was employed during that time.
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