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"Good-morning, Mr. Fordham," said Mr. Passmore. "I suppose you are quite surprised to see me at this time in the morning, and with so many young gentlemen with me," and the rug dealer smiled broadly. "A bit surprised, yes," was the somewhat feeble answer. "But I I suppose it is all right." "Let me introduce my young friends," went on Mr. Passmore, and did so.
You are employed by them often, I believe, but you are not on the staff, not since the affair of Nerman and the code book." If Passmore had been capable of reverence, his eyes looked it at that moment. "You knew this last night, sir?" "Certainly!" "Five years ago, sir," he said, "I told my chief that in you the detective police of the world had lost one who must have been their king.
"Somebody git me a glass of water," called Uncle Pros. Mavity Bence ran out with one, but when she got close enough to see plainly the shackled figure Passmore supported, she thrust the glass into Mandy Meacham's hand and flung her apron over her head. "Good Lord!" she moaned. "I reckon they've killed him. They done one of my brothers that-a-way in feud times, and throwed him over a bluff.
The March sunshine was warm and pleasant. It was even hot, toiling endlessly up that mountain road. Now and again they met people who knew and saluted them, and who looked back at them curiously, furtively; at least it seemed so to the old man and the girl. Once a lean, hawk-nosed fellow ploughing a hillside field shouted across it: "Hey-oh, Pros Passmore! How yuh come on?
"We know a great deal about him, and very little to his credit," burst out Phil. "If you have any dealings with him, be careful, or, my word for it, you may get the worst of it!" "Why this is er very extraordinary!" murmured Mr. Fordham. "I I don't know what to make of it," and he looked rather helplessly at Mr. Passmore.
Oh, yes, of course it is nice to think he is alive and well. Carrie, does your aunt Lucilla still want a companion?" Mrs. Passmore jumped from her seat her eyes lighted up; she laid her two dimpled, heavily ringed hands on Frances's shoulders. "My dear, you can't mean it! You can't surely mean that you would come? You know what you are to auntie; you can do anything with her.
"Ah, my dear Passmore," he said, "you must not ask me that question. I can only answer you in this way. If you wish to make the biggest sensation which has ever been created in the criminal world, to render yourself immortal, and your fame imperishable find out! I may not help you, I doubt whether you will find any to help you.
"This will knock out the concert for to-night," remarked Bert, during the meal. "Yes, and we can be glad we attended this afternoon," answered Dave. "They are going to have a dance here this evening," said Mrs. Passmore. "Oh, we don't want to go to any dance!" cried her son. "They are not dressed for it, and besides, I've got it all arranged.
She herded the other girls back out of the way, but watched everything with terrified eyes. "He'll jest about come to hisself befo' he dies," the older conspirator muttered to Shade as the stretcher passed them, and the skilled, white-jacketed attendants laid Pros Passmore in the vehicle without so much as disturbing his breathing.
"She left no message. She came closely veiled and departed unrecognised." Mr. Sabin nodded. "There were reasons," he said, "for that. But when you say that she left no message you are mistaken." Passmore nodded. "Go on," he said. Mr. Sabin nodded towards a great vase of La France roses upon a side table.
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