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Updated: May 25, 2025
With a flourish, Constable Miles Sloan, the Regimental Teamster, swung the leaders of his splendid four-in-hand and pulled up at the front entrance of the Holy Cross Hospital. Slewing around on his high box-seat he addressed himself to the drag's occupants, Slavin and Yorke. "I don't know whether they will let you see him, or not," he remarked doubtfully, "he's a pretty sick man."
A dollar a week don't sound a whole lot, p'raps, but it sure takes some gettin'; folks expects a deal o' scrubbin' an' sewin' an' slavin' for a dollar yes, sir." "We shall have to work a little harder, that's all, Ann dear." "Harder? I guess you work hard enough for two an' who gets the benefit? Why, Mulligan does. Oh, it's a great comfort t' remember the flames of hell, sometimes.
Slavin came quietly and stood beside him. Nixon turned and offered his hand. But Slavin said, moving slowly back 'I did ye a wrong, Nixon, an' it's a sorry man I am this day for it. 'Don't say a word, Slavin, answered Nixon, hurriedly. 'I know how you feel. I've got a baby too. I want to see it again. That's why the break hurt me so.
For awhile the trio cogitated in silence; each man striving desperately to arrive at some logical solution to the extraordinary problem that now faced them. "Bhoys!" said Slavin presently, "there's no doubt there is . . . somethin' damnably wrong 'bout all this.
"If any feller thinks " Moran relapsed into maudlin, hysterical protestations of innocence, calling upon the Deity to bear witness that he was innocent and had no knowledge whatever of how Blake came to his death. Eventually silence fell upon all. Slavin cogitated awhile, then he turned to Brophy. "Who else was in, Billy? Out av town fellers I mean, fwhin this racket occurred betune these tu?
"Behould our counthry eshtate!" said Sergeant Slavin grandiloquently, with an airy wave of his arm, "beyant that big pile av shtones on th' road-allowance." He chirped to his team which broke into an even, fast trot, and presently they drew up outside a building typical in its outside appearance of the usual range Mounted Police detachment.
"Time an' agin," Slavin was declaiming in impotent rage and with upraised fist, "Time an' ag'in have we shtruck a lead on this blasted case on'y tu find ut peter out agin. . . . Oh! how long, O Lord? how long? . . ." MacDavid stopped in turn. "Here's th' other two, Sarjint," he said. Slavin dropped the shells into his pocket and for a space he remained in deep thought.
Lisbeth flounced round. "Don't you go for to say my Peter's slow at his work. It's little ye ken how hard he's at it, nicht an' day, slavin' for you an' the doctor, miss; and he's nane sae auld neither, an' ye needna be ca'in' him an auld rheumaticky body that canna climb a lether." "O Lisbeth, I didn't," reproachfully. "You did so."
They nearly succeeded but I have been able to block their plans. And one reason is that they were greedy and they couldn't let Zara Slavin and her father alone. He is a great inventor and they profited by his ignorance of American customs." "I only found out her name last night," said Eleanor. "I wondered if he could be the Slavin who invented the new wireless telephone "
"Wish Slavin were here!" he said, "let's take a dekko from the top of the rise, Reddy, see'f we can see him coming. I'm getting cold sitting here." Redmond, nothing loath, complied. Mounting, they turned back to the summit of the ridge. Reaching it, the jingle of bells smote their ears, and they espied the Police cutter approaching them at a rapid pace.
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