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You go and telephone for a locksmith and the police." "All right," said Mary. "It's it's all over!" breathed Mrs. De Peyster. "Oh, oh! What shall we ever do?" wailed Olivetta, collapsing into a chair. "The police! she mustn't go!" gasped Mrs. De Peyster. "Open the door, Matilda, quick!" Then in a weak, quavering voice she called to her besiegers: "Wait!"
And then with sudden suspicion: "See here you're not here to try any of your tricks on this house, or on Mrs. De Peyster!" "I was thinking," said he, smiling about the room, "that you might hide me here till the police become infatuated with some other party. A fashionable house closed for the summer nothing could possibly be superior for my purposes." "I'd never do it! Besides, Mrs.
The chamber was pervaded by, was dedicated to, splendid repose. Mrs. De Peyster, Matilda trailing, headed for a booth of marble and railing of dull gold the latter, possibly, only bronze, or gilded iron within which stood a gentleman in evening dress, with the bearing of one no lower than the first secretary of an embassy. "A suite," Mrs.
Mrs. De Peyster obeyed. Mr. Pyecroft drew the room's one chair up beside the bed, sat down, picked up "Wormwood," and again, with the most natural manner in the world, he began to read in a loud voice. The next moment the two policemen of the previous night came in. Mr. Pyecroft arose. "I must beg your pardon, officers," he said pleasantly and with a slight tincture of his clerical manner.
"First name Henry, I believe." "I don't mean his name. But who is he what's his family his financial affiliations?" "Oh, I see. Mary told me he runs a shoe store up in Buffalo." "A shoe store! A shoe store!" "Or perhaps," Jack corrected, "it was a grocery. I'm not certain." "Oh!" gasped Mrs. De Peyster. "Oh! And and this this Mary person " "She plays the piano, and is going to be a professional."
Shall we be seated?" Matilda had already subsided upon her couch. Mrs. De Peyster sank into one of the chairs. The Reverend Mr. Pyecroft drew the other up to face her and sat down. "Miss Thompson," he began, "I have a very serious proposition to lay before you." Mrs. De Peyster shrank away. An awful premonition burst upon her. It was coming!
De Peyster spoke out in a voice of even deeper poignancy. "Two persons do you realize that, Matilda! two adult persons will have to live for three months upon the rations of one person!" "And what's worse," added Matilda, "as I told you, I don't eat much. I've usually had just a little tea and now and then a chop." "A little tea and a chop!" Mrs.
"But what does all this lead to?" "I am trying to lead you gently, Mrs. De Peyster, to realize the possibility that, in view of its alleged bad business, the New York and New England might decide to pass dividends for this quarter." Mrs. De Peyster started forward. "Do you mean to say, Judge Harvey, that such a possibility exists?" "It's rather more than a possibility." "More than a possibility?"
De Peyster started. "Yes." "And perhaps you have heard that authorities now agree that said Thomas Jefferson was dead almost a hundred years when said letters were penned; and that he must have been favored with the assistance of an amanuensis of, so to say, the present generation?" "Yes." "That being the case you may have heard of one Thomas Preston, alleged to be said amanuensis?" "Yes."
De Peyster has landed, we dress you up as a top-notcher gad, but we can make you look the part! we put you in a swell carriage, with her coat of arms painted on it and you go around to Tiffany's and all the other swell shops where in the mean time I'll have learned Mrs. De Peyster has charge accounts.
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