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Only five, includin' Old Hickory and Mr. Robert. And of the other three there was two that it would have been foolish to ask. Close-mouthed as sea clams after being shipped to Kansas City. The third was Oggie Kendall, a club friend of Mr. Robert's, who'd been dragged down from luncheon to make up a quorum. "Oggie might have chattered something through sheer carelessness," says Mr. Robert.
Where did she come from?" Miss Trimble took it upon herself to explain. "Mister Pett, siz Pett sent f'r me t' watch out so's nobody kidnapped her son." "Oggie," explained Mrs. Pett. "Miss Trimble was guarding darling Oggie." "Why?" "To to prevent him being kidnapped, Peter." Mr. Pett glowered at the stout boy. Then his eye was attracted by the forlorn figure of Jerry Mitchell. He started.
I did not omit to lay stress on the fact that the Nugget's departure with the enemy was entirely voluntary. She heard me out in silence. 'That was too bad of Oggie, she said tolerantly, when I had ceased dramatically on the climax of my tale. As a comment it seemed to me inadequate. 'Oggie was always high-spirited, she went on. 'No doubt you have noticed that? 'A little.
"I'll see if I can get him on the 'phone." He could. But it takes Mr. Robert nearly five minutes to explain to Oggie what he's being queried about. Finally he gives it up. "Oh, never mind," says he, hangin' up. Then, turnin' to us, he shrugs his shoulders. "It wasn't Oggie. Why, he doesn't even know which board he was acting on, and says he doesn't remember what we were talking about.
"Poor Oggie is not at all well to-day," said Mrs. Pett, when he was gone. "He is very subject to these attacks. What do you want to tell me, Lord Wisbeach?" His lordship drew his chair a little closer. "Mrs. Pett, you remember what I told you yesterday?" "Of course." "Might I ask what you know of this man who has come here calling himself Jimmy Crocker?" Mrs. Pett started.
Lord Wisbeach frowned thoughtfully. He had not taken this consideration into account. "It is possible," he said. "There have been several attempts made, have there not, to kidnap your son?" "At one time," said Mrs. Pett proudly, "there was not a child in America who had to be more closely guarded. Why, the kidnappers had a special nick-name for Oggie. They called him the Little Nugget."
"Oh, Gee," said Ogden wearily. "Are you feeling a little better, Oggie darling?" "No," said Ogden firmly. "I'm feeling a lot worse." "You haven't drunk your nice soup." "Feed it to the cat." "Could you eat a nice bowl of bread-and-milk, precious?" "Have a heart," replied the sufferer. Mrs. Pett returned to her seat, sorrowfully.
She indicated with a wave of the revolver Mr. Crocker and his bearded comrade. "They've been trying t' kidnap y'r son!" Mrs. Pett uttered a piercing cry. "Oggie!" "Oh, can it!" muttered that youth, uncomfortably. He foresaw awkward moments ahead, and he wished to concentrate his faculties entirely on the part he was to play in them. He looked sideways at Chicago Ed.
Robert's club with the message for Oggie Kendall to come down and do his director stunt. The private letter book? Yes, he remembered putting that away in the safe. Had he taken a look at it? Why should he? Vincent seems kind of hurt that anyone should suggest such a thing. He stares at Old Hickory surprised and pained.
They made common cause against me. It was probably the first time in years that they had formed even a temporary alliance. 'How dare you talk like that! said Mrs Ford. 'Oggie is a sweet boy in every respect. 'You're perfectly right, Nesta, said Mr Ford. 'He may want intelligent handling, but he's a mighty fine boy.
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