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Distinctly I heard the creak of the revolving office-chair as Slattin rose; then Smith had me by the arm, and we were flying swiftly away from the door to take up our former post around the angle of the building. This gained "He's going to his death!" rapped Smith beside me; "but Carter has a cab from the Yard waiting in the nearest rank.
On a Sunday, the 5th of February, 1733, there came toddling into that narrow passage of the Temple known as Tanfield Court an elderly lady by the name of Mrs Love. It was just after one o'clock of the afternoon. The giants of St Dunstan's behind her had only a minute before rapped out the hour with their clubs. Mrs Love's business was at once charitable and social.
My first signal was not attended to; I rapped again, and looking round I noticed Mr Treenail flitting backwards and forwards across the doorway, in the rain with his pale face and his sharp nose, with the sparkling drop at the end on't, glancing in the light of the lamp. I heard a step within, and a very pretty face now appeared at the wicket. "Who are you saking here, an' please ye?"
Doran opened the door and announced Nugent Cassis. That meant that all over the town clocks would be striking eleven. "Any news?" he rapped out. "None." "But there wouldn't be," said Cranbourne. "He promised to send a message when he was nearing home. It's time he was here." The little man was plainly agitated. Hilbert Torrington smiled at him over the carefully arranged playing cards.
At this moment Patsy rapped on the door. He had brought back Harrigan. "Come in!" said Nick; and they both entered. "Holy mother!" shrieked Harrigan, when he saw the open trunks. "So help me, gentlemen, I don't know nothing about this business. I ain't in it. I'm tellin' yer straight. Youse don't believe I had anything to do wid this, do yer?" "You brought the trunks here," said Nick.
I won't know north from south until morning." "Hm-m-m," muttered the colonel. "Well, shall we try this house?" "May as well, I guess," said Chester. He led the way to the front door and rapped sharply with his knuckles. There was a sound of some one stirring within, but no face appeared at the door in response to the lad's knock. He rapped sharply again.
As I broke the seal, pulled out the cork and unwrapped the cigar from its gold foil he took a stick and rapped loudly on the floor. After a brief interval footsteps were heard on the stairs and Mike Monahan, white aproned and scarlet faced, appeared at the door. "Bobtails," said Mr. Jason, laconically. "It's them I thought ye'd be wanting," said the saloon-keeper, holding out a handful.
She scrutinised the walls closely, and rapped softly here and there, listening intently for a hollow sound. Standing on a chair, she felt all along the mouldings and window-casings, taking unto herself much dust in the process.
It gave little vision, except its own distorted reflections, but I could distinguish vaguely the outlines of the old mill with the shadowly raft in the high branches and the smudgy round spots that I knew to be the turkeys roosting. A fiercer current tore at the framework of the mill-house. The water rapped pitilessly against the pane.
Down one of these, from which the bark had been completely stripped, came a singular animal with rough hair, and a short tail thickly set with quills. On seeing Phil, who had just left the home of the Squirrels, he rapped his tail smartly against a tree, almost dropping to the ground with fright. He recovered his balance just in time.
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