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But there was absolutely nothing of the sort in her room. Her complete lack of luggage had made him doubt, at first, that she was an out-of-town visitor; but, following his recent conclusions, he decided now that directly the opposite was true. She had come to Buffalo with nothing but a trunk, otherwise she would have taken her hand-luggage with her to the Main Street rooming-house.
Here they swung to the left to Fourteenth, where Miller disappeared into a rooming-house. The amateur detective turned back toward the business section. On the way he dropped guiltily the telescope grip into a delivery wagon standing in front of a grocery. He had no use for it, and he had already come to feel it a white elephant on his hands.
Norton came breezily forth to meet them. "Well, Mr. Magee," she said, "I certainly am glad you've came. I'm busy on that lunch now. Dearie, show him into the parlor to wait." Mr. Magee was shown in. That rooming-house parlor seemed to moan dismally as it received him. He strolled about and gazed at the objects of art which had at various times accrued to Mrs.
As half-dusk made the quiet street even more detached, he sat on the steps of his rooming-house on Tavistock Place, keeping himself from the one definite thing he wanted to do the thing he keenly imagined a happy Mr. Wrenn doing dashing over to the Euston Station to find out how soon and where he could get a train for Liverpool and a boat for America. A girl was approaching the house.
The littered papers had been sorted and most of them removed, probably by James Cunningham, Junior. Otherwise the room remained the same. The air was close. Kirby stepped to the window and threw it up. He looked out at the fire escape and at the wall of the rooming-house across the alley. Denver is still young. It offers the incongruities of the West.
He was an ideal roomer except that there never is an ideal roomer but Mrs. Balmer couldn't stand his lights and his watching the portieres. It frightened her. Screams sometimes sound in a rooming-house. One night it was after midnight Mrs. Balmer woke up. The darkened house seemed filled with noises. A man was screaming. Mrs. Balmer got dressed and called the janitor.
"Got another hunch?" and Brevoort laughed. "Nope. I'm jest figurin' this cold. A good gambler don't drink when be's playin'. And we're sure gamblin' big." "Reckon you're right, pardner. Well, we ain't far from our blankets. Come on." The proprietor of the rooming-house was surprised to see them return so soon and so unauspiciously. He counted out Brevoort's money and gave it back to him.
One threw a taunt at her and she ran. At the stoop of her rooming-house she faltered, half fainting and breathing deep from exhaustion, her head thrown back and her eyes gazing upward. Over the narrow street stars glittered, dozens and myriads of them. Literature has little enough to say of the heartaches and the heartburns of the Sara Jukes and the Hattie Krakows and the Eddie Blaneys.
"'Just a little dinner, says I. 'Nothing to worry about hardly a drop in the bucket-shop. Sit up and take notice a dispossess notice, if there's no other kind. "But say, Man, do you know what Aunt Maggie did? She got cold feet! She hustled me out of that Hotel Bonton at nine the next morning. We went to a rooming-house on the lower West Side.
This delay was all the more annoying because on the morrow the girl was to be buried, and, therefore, the precious hours were slipping away. He tried repeatedly to attain that abstract, subconscious mood in which alone shines the pure light of inductive reasoning. "Where is that trunk? Where is that trunk? Where is that trunk?" he repeated, tirelessly. Could it be in some other rooming-house? No.
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