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"I told you I'd take care of that, in my own way. I thought I assigned you to the task of finding out who fired at you, from the darkened window of your own room, when you were in Brunell's house across the street; also I wanted a line on those two mysterious boarders of Mrs. Quinlan's." "Nothing doing on either count, sir," Morrow returned, ruefully.
And to-morrow up there in that little rube town very quietly we bury Sarah Glassman, deceased, with the burial certificate made out in her own name." He paused a moment to enjoy his triumph. "Boys, when I myself think out something, am I right or am I wrong?" He answered his own question. "I'm right!" By the look on Quinlan's face he read conviction, consent, full and hearty approval.
It will kill him politically and figuratively. I'm not sure, knowing the man as I do, but what it will kill him actually. Entomb him in silence and he'll be a body of death and corruption in two weeks. Just let the newspapers and the magazines provide the grave, and the corpse will provide itself." Drayton felt himself catching the fever of Quinlan's fire. He broke in eagerly.
Quinlan's, and his patience was rewarded when after a few moments the Brunell's door re-opened and he heard the girl's voice calling anxiously: "Kitty! Kitty!" Morrow rose with unfeigned alacrity and crossing the road, opened the little gate without ceremony and mounted the steps of the porch. "I beg your pardon," he said blandly. "Is this your kitten?
After leaving Quinlan's, as detailed in a former chapter, O'Mahony and myself agreed to separate for a few days. No reward had then been offered for him, and my presence only impeded his movements. We crossed the river Suir, and remained most of the day in Coolnamuck wood.
I I've got a new lodger upstairs at the back an old gentleman who's kind of sickly and rheumatic, and he asked me to get some things for him. Thank you just the same, Mr. Morrow, but there ain't no hurry for them." Mrs. Quinlan's wide, ingenuous face flushed, and for a moment she seemed curiously embarrassed.
I can read it already, and I'm going to start in and learn how to play on something or other, the first chance I get! There's a fellow next door to Mrs. Quinlan's with a clarinet " He paused, and his face sobered as he added: "But I forgot! I sha'n't be there any more." Before Blaine could speak, there was a knock upon the door, and Marsh entered with hurried circumspection.
I remember that it was just a few days before you came I mean, before I happened to see you over at Mrs. Quinlan's." She stopped abruptly, as if an arresting finger had been laid across her lips, and after waiting a moment for her to continue, Morrow asked quietly: "What was it that occurred?" "Father received a letter. It came one afternoon when I had returned from the club earlier than usual.
I don't see how you or any one could solve it without possessing the key, but I should feel as if a load were taken off my shoulders if you will try." She gave him the letter, and after a long, tender farewell, he took his departure. Going straight to his room at Mrs. Quinlan's, he lighted the lamp, so that if Emily chanced to look over the way, she would fancy him at work upon the cryptogram.
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