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When can I see you?" "Any time you like," Norgate replied promptly. "Let me see," the voice continued, "what are you doing to-night?" "Nothing!" "Come straight round to the House of Commons and dine. Or no wait a moment we'll go somewhere quieter. Say the club in a quarter of an hour the Reform Club. How will that suit you?" "I'll be there, with pleasure," Norgate promised. "Righto!
"'E ain't coddin'. See 'ow black they're lookin'." "I see 'em, plyne enough. Waxworks only fit for the Chamber of 'Orrors, ain't 'em?" "It's a young woman wot arsks you to go, not a bloke! Please! For my syke, if you won't for your own!" Billy Keyse, with a flourish, offered the thin, boyish arm in the tweed sleeve. "Righto! Will you allow me, Miss?" She faltered: "I I can't, deer.
"The one obvious solution is so easy and yet so wrong. And I've got a hundred things in my head, and I can't fit them together. And this afternoon will make a hundred and one. I mustn't forget this afternoon." He found Bill in the hall and proposed a stroll. Bill was only too ready. "Where do you want to go?" he asked. "I don't mind much. Show me the park." "Righto." They walked out together.
He'd known chaps to pretend to get in by making a great splashing with one hand, after they were left alone. He overcame a few of the earlier exercises in jiu-jitsu and committed Bean's form to the deep. "Righto!" he exclaimed. "Does it every time. Shiver all you like. Good for you! Now then clothes! Clothes and things, Man! Oh, here they are to be sure! How stupid of me! Feel better already, yes?
And there you are." "Righto !" cried the captain, "and where is this rendezvous of skill and daring? I'm off. I'll drive that chariot out of breath." Capt. MacVeagh got the job. Capt. MacVeagh won the first race.
He cast an apprehensive glance down the road leading to the ferry, searched the Main Street for observers, and then led the way over to the practically deserted Tavern. Half an hour later Mr. Gilfillan re-entered Charlie's room. "Remember I don't know where you've been or what you were up to," warned the fat man firmly. "I'm not a party to this nefarious " "Righto!" said the detective cheerily.
"Half a second," said Barraclough. "I'll slip out through the bedroom. There's a second door into the hall. Righto, Doran." He disappeared, closing the door after him. "The gentleman, sir," Doran announced. Richard Frencham Altar came into the room. The privations of the preceding three days had paled him a trifle.
Cranbourne went out and a moment later the front door slammed. Then Richard began to laugh. "Kidnapped, eh! What a game. Doran!" The last word rang out imperatively. "Sir," came the reply. "Have I got any clothes?" "In the bedroom, sir." "Righto." He put his feet into a pair of slippers, donned a bath gown and shuffled into the adjoining room. At the door he paused to survey the appointments.
Is there a lodge or anything?" "There's a secret passage," Mabel began but at the moment the yard-door opened and an Ugly-Wugly put out its head and looked anxiously down the street. "Righto!" Gerald ran to meet it. It was all Mabel could do not to run in an opposite direction with an opposite motive.
But he was a powerful and desperate man, and if he had any weapons at all he would probably make his capture a costly one. "He'll reason that he's a dead man if we get him and he might as well die fighting," remarked Frank, as with his comrades he picked his way through the woods. "Righto," agreed Tom.
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