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But of Uncle Ezra and his aircraft more later. "We'll get some news the first landing we make," suggested Lieutenant McBride. "Well, I would like to get news all right," admitted Dick. "But I don't want to go down until I have to. Now for supper. Anything you fellows would like, especially?" "Green turtle soup for mine!" sung out Larry.
Let all devilishness alone and work hard; that's the antidote for idleness, and it's overmuch of idleness that's been your ruin." "I imagine it is," said North cheerfully. "You'll be making a clever man out of yourself, John," McBride continued graciously. "Not a flash in the pan like your friend Marshall Langham yonder.
"And I think we'll go up in the air for that trip," he added. "There's an aero club in the outskirts of Chicago," explained Lieutenant McBride. "I am a member of it, and I think we could make a call there. It would not be necessary to cross the city, and of course we will not land."
"A pretty slender thread on which to hang an identification," McBride hastened to remark. "Newspaper photographs are not the best means of recognising anybody. Whatever there may be in it, the fact remains that Madame de Nevers, supposing that to be her real name, has been dead for at least a day or two.
"But you have a pretty good description of her, one that you could send out in order to find her if necessary?" "Yes, I think I could give a pretty good description." Kennedy's eye encountered the curious gaze of McBride. "This may prove to be a most unusual case," he remarked in answer to the implied inquiry of the detective. "I suppose you have heard of the 'endormeurs' of Paris?"
And it came to pass that once he went out and did not come back. Thus seemingly ended the second life of him who for three days had been under the enigmatical sway of death, and rose miraculously from the dead. The Beast with Five Fingers From The New Decameron, by Various Hands. Copyright, 1919, by Robert M. McBride and Company. By permission of the publishers.
As Dick had plenty of spare parts aboard, a new bolt was soon substituted for the fractured one, and then they were ready to proceed again. "I've a suggestion to make," said Lieutenant McBride, when Dick was about to give the word to mount into the air again. "What is it?" asked the young millionaire. "Why not try your boat over the water?
"You will set the hotel detectives on the trail as well as the police of the city, and of other cities, will make the inquiries at the steamships and railroads, and all that sort of thing? Try to find some trace of the two men whom you saw in the caf=82 at the same time. But for the present I should say spare no effort to locate that girl." "Trust it to me," agreed McBride confidently.
"I loathe parrots," she cried, "and I came out to talk about this bonfire." "I know you did," said Mr. McBride, "but this parrot ain't like other parrots. It's a clown. It would make a rag baby laugh." Katrina, flushed, angry, at a loss what to say, decided to say nothing.
In plain words, then, he, Pat Coxe, tould me, that she, Honor McBride, gave you, Randal Rooney, the meeting behind the chapel, and you gave her the ring and then she went with you to drink at Flaherty's. Honor. Catty. There he stands now, Pat, you must stand or fall will you swear to what you said? Mr. Carv. This is not the point before me; but, however, I waive that objection. Randal.
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