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"Just this," Mr. Cullen explained: "I ran my man to ground in a place where I wouldn't be seen except professionally and with him was Mr. Bundercombe." "They were not engaged," I asked quickly, "in any lawbreaking escapade at the time, I trust!" Mr. Cullen shook his head reassuringly. "Rodwell only goes in for the very big coups," he said.
She laughed again as she spoke, and Stane laughed with her, though he did not notice the glance she flashed at the closed tepee. Then Anderton turned abruptly from Chief George. "I'm sorry," he said, "I have done what I could for you two, but this noble red man either won't or can't help you. I shall have to push on, but the first chance I get I'll send word on to Factor Rodwell.
'Forgive me, he said, as he bent over the form on the bed, 'forgive me for failing you. It is not Christ who has failed; it is I. He turned to go. The dying man opened his eyes and looked at Rodwell sadly and tragically. 'Try to learn what those words mean, he muttered. 'Born again! It's the bad man's only chance.
Thus the story opens. It could scarcely be expected that such a wreck could hold together for long. Exactly half-way through the book I find Mr. Rodwell, the young rector, standing at the street-corner talking to Mr. Shorder, the wealthy manufacturer. They are interrupted. Mrs. Blund comes hurrying breathlessly round the corner. 'Mr. Rodwell, she pants, 'please come at once! Dr. Blund!
"He'd been in the next shop. The people there will be able to swear to him he gave them plenty of trouble on purpose." "And you," Mr. Bundercombe murmured, "have the necklace?" "I have!" Rodwell snapped. "What about it? I've got to divide with the girl here. How much do you want?" "Only the necklace!" Mr. Bundercombe replied. Mr. Rodwell's geographical description of where he would see Mr.
There was a chorus of shouts; traffic was momentarily suspended; a policeman started running down the side street. Then I turned away from the window. There were sounds closer at hand a footstep on the stairs, swift and gentle. In a moment the door of the little manicure room was opened and closed. Dagger Rodwell stood there, pale and breathless. Not a word passed between him and the girl.
I shall send a messenger to Rodwell, at Fort Malsun, instructing him to send you down an outfit that will last the winter if necessary, and you will have carte blanche to follow your own plans, only you must understand, Ainley, my niece must be found. Even though you have to comb this country through with a dust-comb she must be found." "She shall be, Sir James," answered Ainley with conviction.
The grumbling still continued. "Now, then, don't answer this." "You have already ruled, my lord," said Rodwell. "This is another one," said I; "but if it's regular to keep objecting before the prisoner's counsel has a chance of putting his question, I sit down, my lord. I shall be allowed, probably, to address the jury that is, if Mr. Rodwell does not object."
Victor Radnor; and he delivered his prophecy in the teeth of the South-western gale familiar to our yachting month; and he really inspired belief or a kind of trust; some supposing him to draw from reserves of observation, some choosing to confide in the singularly winged sparkle of his eyes. Lady Rodwell Blachington did; and young Mrs. Blathenoy; and Mrs. Fanning; they were enamoured of it.
Bundercombe's left arm shot out like a piston-rod and the unfortunate victim of his blow remained on the carpet, with his hand to his cheek. "Quite in order, of course," Mr. Bundercombe remarked, "but absolutely useless. Boxing was my only sport when I was a young man, to say nothing of my remarkably athletic young companion. It won't do, Rodwell! You'd better hand over the jewels.
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