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"If you interfere with me, I'll go to the police." "The police?" Penfield elaborated an inflexion of derision. "I keep this precinct in my vest pocket." "Possibly so far as concerns your maintenance of a gambling house. But murder that's another matter." "Meaning, you refuse to submit without extreme measures?" "Meaning just that, sir!" Again the gambler sighed.
My congratulations and thanks, ladies, for helping the right man toward the right cause." "You're sure, Penfield, we'll be welcome?" "Welcome as the sun that shines!" "If I thought, Penfield, that Hanna wouldn't be welcome I wouldn't budge a step." "Of course she's welcome, Miss Emelene. Isn't she of the gentler sex? There'll be a cab around for you and Mrs. Smith and Hanna about five.
Before Penfield could reply, Bea Habersham leaned across the table and addressed her clearly: "It seems to me that such imaginary and absurd behavior would be considered as reprehensible to-day as in the remote era you mention." Mrs.
The return of the morgue master to the platform caused Coroner Penfield to break off his whispered conversation with Dr. Mayo. "Colonel McIntyre just telephoned that his car had a blow-out on the way here," explained the morgue master. "He will arrive shortly." Penfield consulted a list of names. "Call Grimes, the McIntyre butler," he said. "We will hear him while waiting for the Colonel."
Evans rose to his six-feet-in-his-stockings and extended them each a hand, Miss Emelene drawing the left. Mrs. Smith threw up a dainty gesture, black lace ruffles falling back from arms all the whiter because of them. "Well, Penny Evans!" "None other, Mrs. Smith, than the villain himself." "Be seated, Penfield." "Thanks, Miss Emelene."
Haunts you, you can't throw it off." Penfield looked a trifle blue about the mouth and so depressed that Hayden could not help laughing. "Edith is going beyond herself," commented Mrs. Ames. "Some one ought to marry her and reform her. Why not you, Horace?" "'She killed a boy, she killed a man, why should she not kill me?" quoted Horace gloomily.
Start your headlight dynamo and let's go," he said; and five minutes farther on, just as Penfield was about to make his fifth scramble over the coal in the tender, the 1012 took the upward road with a deafening whistle shriek as its farewell to Saint's Rest. It was pocket-dark by the time the switch-stand at the basin siding swung into the broad beam of the electric headlight.
But I do believe that if he and Penfield could get in touch today, here in Genoa, he would hand over every dollar of those securities, and give up the job, and get back to his familiar old lairs among the New York poolrooms and wardheelers and petty criminals where he knows his enemies and his friends!" Durkin strode toward the door impatiently.
She inspected the handkerchief and the initial with curiosity, but with nothing more, Kent was convinced, and in his relief was almost guilty of disturbing the decorum of the inquest with a shout of joy. "It is not my handkerchief," she stated clearly. Penfield replaced the handkerchief on the table with the same care he had picked it up, and turned again to her.
"You forget," said she, "that all public meetings have been prohibited, ever since last April. Federal statute the new Penfield Bill 'The Muzzler' as we call it." "That's so!" he murmured. "I forgot. Fact is, Kate, I am out of touch with things. While you've been fighting, I've been buried alive. Now, I must learn much, before I can jump back into the war again.
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