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It appeared that a gang of between five and a dozen men had surrounded the lonely but picturesque and beautiful country residence of Mr. Christopher Marrapit at Herons' Holt, Paltley Hill, Surrey. Mr. Marrapit was an immensely wealthy retired merchant now leading a secluded life in the evening of his days.
George also saw a happy little Mary in a wonderful home, but he more clearly followed a very wonderful George, magnificently accomplishing the mighty things that made the little Mary happy. George kissed his Mary upon the doorstep of the Battersea lodgings; caught the last train to Paltley Hill; and as he walked home from the station the scented hedges murmured to him with his Mary's voice.
"Here, Mathers, take this stuff and make a quarter-col. interview out of it." Thus it was in depressed mood that Bill on the following morning opened his Daily. The flaring "Country House Outrage" hit his eye; he read; in two minutes his mood was changed. A sensation at Paltley Hill! At Mr. Marrapit's! Here was his chance! Who better fitted than he to work up this story? Fortunately he knew Mr.
Astonishing After-Effects Of A Heroine. George did not return to St. Peter's that afternoon; watched the cab from view; walked back to Waterloo; thence took train to Paltley Hill with mind awhirl. Recovering from stunning shock the mind first sees a blur of events formless, seething, inextricably tangled.
Now he approached noiselessly; saw his pretty Mary, back towards him, just within the threshold of the open door. It was their first secluded meeting since she had come to Herons' Holt. Upon tip-toe George squirmed up to her; hissed "I have thee, girl"; sprang on his terrified Mary; hugged her to him. "The first moment together in Paltley Hill!" he cried. "The first holy kiss!" His Mary wriggled.
I'm on the permanent staff, six quid a week eight quid a week if I find this cat. I'm working it from Herons' Holt, you know. I'm " George turned upon him. "Are you 'Our Special Commissioner at Paltley Hill'?" "Rather! Have you been reading it? Pretty hot stuff, isn't it? I say, George, wasn't it lucky I chucked medicine!
If not dazed by stunning shock, he was at least awhirl by set back of the swift sequence of events which suddenly had buffeted him; and it was not until strolling up from Paltley Hill railway station to Herons' Holt that one cooling fact emerged from which he might make an ordered examination of what had passed. The address that the cabman had given him was this fact 14 Palace Gardens, St.
Marrapit with her prize at once to put to desperate test whether or no he would accept it as the Rose. But before Paltley Hill was reached the masterly woman had modified this order. The cat she had abducted was so much the facsimile of the Rose that for the first time it occurred to her that, like the Rose, it might be valuable, and that a noisy hue and cry might be raised upon its loss.
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