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Wells had looked over her head and hadn't seen her. Thereupon the iron had entered into Mrs. Pumpelly's soul and her life had become wormwood and gall, ashes in her mouth and all the rest of it. She proposed to get even with the cat at the very first chance, but somehow the chance never seemed to come. She hated to be living on the same street with that kind of nasty person.
James stiffened in the approved style of erect vertebrata. "This is Madame Pierpont Pumpelly's residence," he replied with hauteur. "Madam or no madam, just slip this to her," said the shabby one. "Happy days!" Mr. Wilfred had some sort of vague idea of a law about keeping birds, but he couldn't exactly recall what it was. There was something incongruous about Mrs.
In his nervous condition he did not recall what, had he stopped calmly to consider the matter, he must have known very well namely, that no warrant could possibly issue unless Mrs. Pumpelly, as complainant, signed and swore to the information herself. "Very well, sir," answered Maddox, in the same tone and manner that he would have used had he been a second footman at Mrs. Pumpelly's.
Wilfred Edgerton, of Edgerton & Edgerton, attorneys for Cuban Crucible and hence alert to obey the behests of the wives of the officers thereof, had deposited his tall silk hat on the marble Renaissance table in the front hall and was entering Mrs. Pumpelly's Louis Quinze drawing-room with the air of a Sir Walter Raleigh approaching his Queen Elizabeth. "Sit down, Mr.
Do you wish me to do anything further?" "Yes!" replied Wilfred with emphasis, "I do. I wish you would go right up to Mrs. Pumpelly's house, conduct that lady to the nearest police court and have her swear out the summons for Mrs. Wells herself. I'll telephone her that you are coming."
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