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"Absolutely, if only we can produce George. How much longer does that infernal sleuth intend to stay here? He seems to have taken root." "I fancy he thinks that you're bound to come back sooner or later, and is waiting for you." "He's an absolute nuisance," said George. We were moving towards the companion way, to go below for lunch, when a boat hailed us. We went to the side and looked over.
Sleuth loudly, and she opened the door and carried in the tray. "You are a little earlier than usual, are you not Mrs. Bunting?" he said, with a touch of irritation in his voice. "I don't think so, sir, but I've been out. Perhaps I lost count of the time. I thought you'd like your breakfast early, as you had dinner rather sooner than usual." "Breakfast? Did you say breakfast, Mrs. Bunting?"
By the way, did the lodger ring while I was out?" Bunting turned round from the gas-ring, which he was watching to see the kettle boil. "No," he said. "Come to think of it, it's rather a funny thing, but the truth is, Ellen, I never gave Mr. Sleuth a thought. You see, Chandler came in and was telling me all about Margaret, laughing-like, and then something else happened while you was out, Ellen."
"Mine," with equanimity. "Seriously sleuth! are you trying to make a charge against me of stealing my own property?" "Yeh done it for a blind. 'Nd that's enough. Officer, take this man to the station; I'll make the complaint." The policeman hesitated, and at this juncture O'Hagan put in an appearance, lugging a heavy brown-paper bundle. "Beg pardon, Misther Maitland, sor ?" "Well, O'Hagan?"
She looked more like my Uncle Frank, he did before he got talkin' so much to Miss Pelham. An' now I guess the way of it is, Miss Pelham's my Uncle Frank's best girl an' Miss Lang's Mr. What's-his-name's." "Well, now! Who'd believed you could 'a' seen so much? Why, you're a reg'ler Old Sleuth the Detective, or Sherlock Holmes, or somebody like that, for discoverin' things, ain't you?"
Afterward she unfastened her outside door and joined the detective, who passed an arm around her and led her to one of the benches on the bluff. The new moon was dim, but a sprinkling of stars lit the sky. The man and girl were far enough from the Lodge not to be overheard. "It's good to see you again, Josie," said O'Gorman, as they seated themselves on the bench. "How do you like being a sleuth?"
"Well, you've had enough to unman you, Joe." "Aye, that I have," he said heavily. A few minutes later Bunting did come in, and he and his wife had quite a little tiff the first tiff they had had since Mr. Sleuth became their lodger. It fell out this way. When he heard who had been there, Bunting was angry that Mrs.
On the other hand, whenever I went about the Exposition grounds or beyond them in my capacity of 'sleuth, I went in some manner of disguise.
And as she stood there listening, a feeling of keen distress, of spiritual oppression, came over Mrs. Bunting. For the first time in her life she visioned the infinite mystery, the sadness and strangeness, of human life. Poor Mr. Sleuth poor unhappy, distraught Mr. Sleuth! An overwhelming pity blotted out for a moment the fear, aye, and the loathing, she had been feeling for her lodger.
Then comes Westy Martin, and Dorry Benton and Huntley Manners and Sleuth Seabury, because he's a good detective, and Will Dawson and Brick Warner and Slick Warner and that's all. Now I'll tell you about the raving Ravens. Of course, I can't tell you all that happened in Little Valley that day, because I wasn't there. Doc Carson said they had trouble with the motor and Pee-wee.
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