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That's the limpid truth." McEachern was staring at him. Jimmy proceeded. "You are just about to ask what was Spike Mullins doing with me? Well, Spike had broken into my flat an hour before, and I took him along with me as a sort of guide, philosopher, and friend." "Spike Mullins said you were a burglar from England." "I'm afraid I rather led him to think so.
Wesson, "as to whether you would care to show me the rose garden, Miss McEachern, as you promised yesterday. Of all flowers, I love roses best. You remember Bryant's lines, Miss McEachern? 'The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower." Jimmy interposed firmly.
It had merely been the awkwardness of having to touch on the thing that had troubled him. That his news might be a blow to McEachern did not cross his mind. He was a singularly modest youth, and, though he realized vaguely that his title had a certain value in some persons' eyes, he could not understand anyone mourning over the loss of him as a son-in-law.
There were indications in the policeman's demeanor that the moment following release would be devoted exclusively to a carnival of violence, with a certain sleuth-hound playing a prominent role. He took the key of the handcuffs from his pocket, and toyed with it. Mr. McEachern emitted a low growl. It was enough. "If you wouldn't mind, Mr. Pitt," said the sleuth, obsequiously.
Neither Molly nor her father had moved or spoken while Jimmy was covering the short strip of turf that ended at the stone steps of the house. McEachern stood looking down at her in grim silence. His great body against the dark mass of the castle wall seemed larger than ever in the uncertain light. To Molly, there was something sinister and menacing in his attitude.
I could pick out a fly cop from a bunch of a t'ousand. He's a sure 'nough sleut' all right, all right. I seen him rubber in' at youse, boss." "At me! Why at me? Why, of course. I see now. Our friend McEachern has got him in to spy on us." "Dat's right, boss." "Of course, you may be mistaken." "Not me, boss. An', say, he ain't de only one." "What, more detectives?
He turned to Molly. "I hope you enjoyed the voyage." The policeman started. "You know my daughter?" "By sight only, I'm afraid. We were fellow-passengers on the Lusitania. Unfortunately, I was in the second-cabin. I used to see your daughter walking the deck sometimes." Molly smiled. "I remember seeing you sometimes." McEachern burst out. "Then, you !" He stopped, and looked at Molly.
Jimmy had dined with Spennie obviously a mere excuse for spying out the land; and the very next night the house had been burgled. Once more Mr. McEachern congratulated himself on his astuteness in engaging the detective from Wragge's Agency. With Jimmy above stairs and Spike Mullins below, that sleuthhound would have his hands full.
"It's a lie!" "Not at all. True as anything. Ever heard of that policeman I've got his name, too who made a lot of money by getting appointments in the force for men of his acquaintance? He used to be paid heavily for it, and you'd hardly believe what a lot of scoundrels he let in in that way." "See here " began McEachern huskily.
"Come in, my boy, come in," said Mr. McEachern. "I was waiting to see you." Spennie regretted his entrance. He had supposed that the other had heard the news of the breaking-off of the engagement. Evidently, however, McEachern had not. This was a nuisance. The idea of flight came to Spennie, but he dismissed it. As nominal host that night, he had to dance many duty-dances.
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