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I swear to you again that I've got it on him. Seeing what he did to you, you ought to feel that the story is worth that much of a gamble even for private purposes." Dodd hesitated, put his hand in his pocket then withdrew it empty. "No, Mullaney. What's the good? He says Farr isn't dangerous, and has turned down the whole thing flat. I may as well keep my money.
Miss Kate Mullaney, their leader, was so highly thought of that in 1868 she had been made national organizer of women for the National Labor Union, the first appointment of the kind of which there is any record.
If you want to sit on the platform, come along with me. I can find a place for you." Detective Mullaney followed willingly, for he knew that people were fairly piling over one another in an attempt to get into the hall by the main entrance.
The colonel whipped out his check-book and began to write. "It's as old Saunders said," he muttered as he wrote. "And we've got to rope, throw, and tie that one steer." The check was for five thousand dollars! Young Dodd seized it, and when his uncle hurried back upon the stage the nephew, through the door which was left open, beckoned to Mullaney.
And in our half, Bogart and Mullaney hit vicious ground balls that gave Treadwell and Wiler opportunities for superb plays. Carl, likewise, made a beautiful running catch of Gregg's line fly. The Bisons were still in the game, still capable of pulling it out at the last moment.
"I couldn't help wondering what particular kind of business you and he could have, seeing how it was transacted," pursued the detective. Dodd glowered at the floor. "Look here, Mullaney! There's a whole lot about that man I want to know, if you can help me and keep your mouth closed. I haven't got much confidence in the work you fellows do they tell me you can't detect mud on your own boots." Mr.
We settled down presently to something approaching order, and I, for one, with very keen ears and alert eyes, because I did not want to miss anything. "I see the lambs a-gambolin'," observed McCall, in a voice louder than was necessary to convey his meaning to Mullaney, his partner in the seat. "Yes, it do seem as if there was joy aboundin' hereabouts," replied Mul with fervor.
Mullaney pulled his chair out from behind the papers and leaned back in it and crossed his hands over his stomach and smiled without a trace of resentment. "I might tell you something right now about that tall friend of yours that would jump you, Mr. Dodd I'm that much of a detective!" "Tell me, then." "Just as it stands it's guesswork considerable guesswork." "What does that amount to?"
"That's no murderer that man." "I am waiting," repeated Farr. Detective Mullaney flushed. There were murmurs of hostility in the throng about him. He ran over swiftly in his mind the contents of his note-book and fortified his courage. "I haven't secured a warrant yet but I'll take your dare," he announced. He started to come down the aisle.
Young Dodd saw Detective Mullaney work his way out of the throng which surrounded Walker Farr; the officer was obviously obeying the summons of Colonel Dodd and marched to the platform and climbed on a chair in order to converse with the angry man who had beckoned. And when Richard Dodd saw that conference begin overwhelming fear swept out of his soul all other emotions.
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