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Neither of the lads had yet returned to his home; but the paternal McKnight promised, like a good citizen, that immediately his son was available he would be reduced to subjection with a length of belting, and then handed over to the will of the scholastic authority without any reservation. Mr.
On the plea that I wished to ask Mrs. Carter a few more questions, I let the others go on. I watched them down the flagstone walk; saw McKnight stop and examine the gate-posts and saw, too, the quick glance he threw back at the house. Then I turned to Mrs. Carter. "I would like to speak to the young lady up-stairs," I said. She threw up her hands with a quick gesture of surrender.
McKnight took the stone indifferently, cast his eye over it, and then sat up with a jerk. He moistened the stone here and there, glared again in a strained silence, and one leg shot out of bed. He weighed the specimen in his hand, and the second leg followed.
"Oh, go home," said McKnight disgustedly. "I'm no Edgar Allan Poe. What's the use of coming here and asking me things if you're so particular?" With one of his quick changes of mood, he picked up his guitar. "Listen to this," he said. "It is a Hawaiian song about a fat lady, oh, ignorant one! and how she fell off her mule."
"Well, I would move them, if I were you. Somebody in the next house was confoundedly anxious to see where you put them. Somebody right at that window opposite." I scoffed at the idea, but nevertheless I moved the papers, putting them in my traveling-bag, well down at the bottom. McKnight watched me uneasily.
Although so lately terrified with the battle of the wolves and dogs, the little creature cried at being separated from its mother, and struggled in my arms to be taken back." Here Rolfe's narrative was again interrupted by the sobs of McKnight, who although a firm, lion-hearted man could not restrain himself on listening to these painfully affecting details.
The unexpected glimpse of Alison West, followed almost immediately by the revelation of the picture, had left me limp and unnerved. McKnight was looking at his watch. "He says the moving picture people have an office down-town. We can make it if we go now." So he called a cab, and we started at a gallop. There was no sign of the detective. "Upon my word," Richey said, "I feel lonely without him."
Blakeley was wrecked, or robbed, or whatever it was, with a button missing and a hole in one sock, she'll retire to the Old Ladies' Home. I've heard her threaten it." Mr. Hotchkiss was without a sense of humor. He regarded McKnight gravely and went on: "I've been up in the room where the man lay while he was unable to get away, and there is nothing there.
"I'm off to bed, old man," he said. "Need any help with that game arm of yours?" "No, thanks," I returned. I heard him go into his room and lock the door. It was a bad hour for me. The first shadow between us, and the shadow of a girl at that. McKnight is always a sympathizer with the early worm. It was late when he appeared. Perhaps, like myself, he had not slept well.
Two ragged youngsters, alike even to freckles and squints, were playing in the yard. "Is your mother around?" I asked. "In the front room. Walk in," they answered in identical tones. As we got to the porch we heard voices, and stopped. I knocked, but the people within, engaged in animated, rather one-sided conversation, did not answer. "'In the front room. Walk in," quoted McKnight, and did so.
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