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The latter looked round at me keenly, compassing me in a momentary glance. I read in its own vague light that this was a transatlantic eyebeam; and with such confidence that I hardly needed to see its owner, as he prepared, with his companion, to seat himself at the table adjoining my own, take from his overcoat-pocket three New York newspapers and lay them beside his plate.
"Nothing of consequence, major. Of course we all felt uncomfortable when it was known that Holmes had lost a porte-monnaie from his overcoat-pocket as it hung here on the rack that night. Though he protests there was nothing in it, the thing might have been serious. You remember you thought the hall-door had been opened during our dinner.
Come on." "Mr. Holmes," said Mrs. Miller in a low tone, "I have abundant reason for asking and no! Tell me. Where was that pocket-book and how much money was there in it?" "In my overcoat-pocket, at sunset. Probably one hundred dollars or so. I never carry much in that way. You will not speak of it, Mrs. Miller?" "To my husband I must, and this very night.
He stuck his stick into his overcoat-pocket so that it stood upright, and wheeled sharply. "Good-by," he said, and added at the door, "I suppose you think this makes a difference in your prospects." "Mrs. Farron has asked me to come to dinner to-night." Lanley wheeled back again. "What?" he said. "Yes, she almost urged me, though I didn't need urging."
Being in a high state of perspiration, and wiping my forehead incessantly, I disarrange my hair. Where's that brush? No one can tell. Agony! Where's the brush? Here on the floor. Oh, yes! There! What a blaze my cheeks are in! The audience will think they are flushed with Bourbon. No matter. That manuscript has disappeared again. Confusion! Where is it? Here in your overcoat-pocket. All right.
Holmes's porte-monnaie with over one hundred dollars was taken from his overcoat-pocket as it hung in the hall to-night, and I saw her go out there while you were having your after-dinner smoke. I saw her go out there and stand by the hat-rack and pretend to be patting and admiring that beautiful fur. My back was turned, but the mirror over the mantel showed it." "How do you know he lost it?"
Miller's whispered confession that there was a thief in their midst; despite the fact that his wallet was stolen from the overcoat-pocket when no one, to his knowledge, but McLean himself had been there; despite the discovery on the floor in front of his bureau of a handkerchief embroidered with McLean's initials; despite the fact that it was known that he had been placed heavily in debt by the stoppage of his pay, Mr.
And would you mind bringing me a box of mint-paste? Mother won't object. Besides, I'll tell her, anyway, after I've eaten them." "All right!" said Selwyn, laughing and hanging up the receiver. On his way to the Gerards' he bought a box of the confection dear to Drina. But as he dropped the packet into his overcoat-pocket, the memory of the past rose up suddenly, halting him.
And that also is why, on the second occasion, I made my little Jacques take the stopper from your overcoat-pocket and told the portress to put it back in the drawer." "Then he suspects nothing?" "Nothing. He knows that the list is being looked for, but he does not know that Prasville and I are aware of the thing in which he hides it."
"I have seen such weapons concealed about the persons of modern warriors." "There's one in my overcoat-pocket, with a cup at the butt and a cork at the muzzle. Skate off now, like an angel, and get it. Bring Fanny, too. She is restorative." "Are you alive enough to admire that, Dick?" he continued, as she skimmed away. "It would pat a soul under the ribs of Death."
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