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"I'm no mind-reader," he said. "But she's a swell little girl, all right. I've got to hand it to her for that. So, she'll probably stop at the Blackstone that is, until the Chicago police are tipped off that she is in town." Of a sudden, the face of the young man took on a totally different expression. Where before had been anger, now was a vivid eagerness.
"Now, tell me whether you think I ever crossed before?" "Why, of course you have. I should say that you cross probably once a year. Maybe oftener." "Really? For business or pleasure?" "Oh, business, entirely. You did not look yesterday as if you ever had any pleasure in your life." "Oh, yesterday! Don't let us talk about yesterday. It's to-day now, you know. You seem to be a mind-reader.
His heart beat riotously as he heard her tell how badly she had been crowded at the table, and how all the time she had longed to be sitting next to him. When she declared she knew the reason of his seasoning his food in such a remarkable manner, was because she had not been by his side, he declared her to be a perfect mind-reader. "All tak hands for de last time!"
I am very eager now to sit with this girl the mother and Clarke being excluded." "Of one thing I am more than half persuaded, and that is that Clarke is a mind-reader; for how else could he know the things which the supposed ghost of my uncle recounted?" "It is very puzzling," repeated Weissmann, deep-sunk in speculation; and in this abstraction he took himself silently away.
With similar quips and jokes the mind-reader continued, then giving the kitten into the charge of a little girl in a front seat, announced: "Now will I read ze head. Will some small boys please come up and bring their heads and bumps?" Coaxing finally brought a half-dozen grinning youngsters of eight or ten to the platform.
"Dolly's an awful knowing horse.... Git-ap, Dolly!" "Do you mean to tell me, Abby Daggett, that there horse of Henry's has took a spite against me?" demanded the spinster.... "Mebbe he's a mind-reader," she added darkly. "You know I didn't mean nothin' like that, Lois," her sister-in-law assured her pacifically.
Judge Trent glared at him during a short silence. "What are you mooning about, then?" he burst forth at last. "What are you tearing up deeds for? Why aren't you worth your salt?" Dunham colored under the vigorous arraignment. "Oh, you're a mind-reader all right, Judge Trent. You didn't guess wrong." "You're in love?" snarled the lawyer angrily. John nodded. "Who is it?" explosively.
His mind was a chaotic whirlpool of conjectures. How could he fit into such an organization? Why had he been selected? Surely, the fact that as a child he was supposed to have been a mind-reader wasn't enough ... or was it, from their standpoint? After some time he looked up. "I don't know as I'd make a very good detective, sir."
At this particular moment a mind-reader would have been justified in regarding P. Sybarite with suspicion. But beyond taking the pen from between his teeth he didn't move; and he said nothing at all. The shipping clerk presently controlled his mirth sufficiently to permit unctuous enunciation of the following cryptic exclamation: "O you Perceval!" P. Sybarite turned pale.
"As a mind-reader you're a flivver," chided Gamble. "I'll let you down one notch, Colonel. I'll make it fifty thousand and not one cent less." The colonel looked at him sorrowfully. "Do you really mean that, Johnny?" he inquired. "I really mean it." "Well, if you say you really mean it you really mean it. I know you well enough for that," admitted the colonel with a sigh.
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