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"Oh, they will be here without fail," said the detective. "Mr. Clancy, of the Bureau, is bringing de Courtois." "Bringing him?" repeated Schmidt. "Yes." "Unofficially?" "That depends wholly on de Courtois. He has to come, whether he likes it or not. Whether he will be allowed to go away again is another matter." Schmidt's eyelids fell in thought.
The latter, by virtue of a twisted crank-hanger, required repairing, and, as a matter of friendliness with his future brother-in-law, he sent it to Von Schmidt's shop. The afternoon of the same day Martin was pleased by the wheel being delivered by a small boy. Von Schmidt was also inclined to be friendly, was Martin's conclusion from this unusual favor.
Accordingly I set myself to watch Carl Schmidt's hands. Not for a minute did I relax my vigilance, yet not once on the way to Bremen did the German envoy betray himself by an apparent motion. Whereupon I became positive that Herr Schmidt had not the document upon his person. Where then was it? It was an easy matter at the steamship offices to find out the number of Schmidt's stateroom.
This was remarkable for the perfect definiteness of its termination, for its strongly-forked shape, and for its unusual permanence. Down to the end of January, 1883, its length, according to Schmidt's observations, was still 93 million miles; and a week later it remained visible to the naked eye, without notable abridgment.
The middle beam jutted out beyond the rest to the distance of five or six feet, and the end of it was carved into the rude semblance of a dragon's head. "So, good," said the Baron at last; "then let us see if thy plan holds, and if Hans Schmidt's aim is true enough to earn the three marks that I have promised him. Where is the bag?"
"I will wait downstairs till you get it, and then you will wait for me where I live, and after that we will go together. I may find something else. Indeed, I must, or we shall not have enough." They walked rapidly through the deepening shadows towards Schmidt's home.
"Hello, Minnie," he exclaimed. "Does the old man's ghost come back to dope the spring, or do you do it?" "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Thoburn," I retorted sharply. "If you don't know that this spring has its origin in " "In Schmidt's drug store down in Finleyville!" he finished for me. "Oh, I know all about that spring, Minnie!
"Old Schmidt's monoplane is the only other one that comes near us and we can easily outdistance her." "Good! that only leaves the Golden Eagle to contest for the cup with us." "Yes, and she is never going to get it," grinned the Frenchman. "She must not," said the old man, earnestly, "I owe those boys a grudge for the way they robbed me of my ivory.
The line palpitated; under cover of its confusion the Chief, standing in the doorway with folded arms, winked swiftly at the Captain; the next moment he was more dour than ever. "You are four upsetters of discipline," said the Captain, suddenly pounding the table. "You four young monkeys have got the crew by the ears, and I'm sick of it! Which one of you put the fish in Mrs. Schmidt's bed?" Mrs.
Then you get up, and the story is finished. Over! over! And that is the end of all stories, says Andersen. All one's life one quarrels with people as dear to one as Ploug is to me. I have a well-founded hope that I may see Rudolph Schmidt's profile again soon, and a hundred times again after that; but Vinnie I shall never see again.
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