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He looked about the room for some implement which would carry out the deed he had to do, and finally pulled out one of the curtain-rods. Using this as a lever, he broke open the topmost of the six cases which stood in the corner. The soft wood cracked and split. Squiffy drew out a straw-covered bottle. For a moment he stood looking at it, as a man might gaze at a friend on the point of death.
"Who's this man Seacliff?" he demanded, without preamble. "I hear he's a friend of yours." "Oh, you've met him, what?" said Archie. "Had a nice little chat together, yes? Talked of this and that, no!" "We have not said a word to each other." "Really? Oh, well, dear old Squiffy is one of those strong, silent fellers you know. You mustn't mind if he's a bit dumb.
But where on earth did he get the er materials?" "From his room. I made enquiries. He has six large cases in his room." "Squiffy always was a chap of infinite resource! Well, I'm dashed sorry this should have happened, don't you know." "If it hadn't been for you, the man would never have come here." Mr. Brewster brooded coldly.
I've been pouring my stock away. Just finished the last bottle." "But why?" "I told you. I thought I saw a snake!" "Green?" Squiffy shivered slightly. "Frightfully green!" Archie hesitated. He perceived that there are moments when silence is the best policy.
The tale, it may be remembered, deals with the activities of an ingenious gentleman who kept a snake, and used to loose it into people's bedrooms as a preliminary to collecting on their insurance. It gave Squiffy pleasant thrills, for he had always had a particular horror of snakes.
I walked miles, and oh, I was so tired and discouraged and mad yes, I was. I could have shaken the creature if it had been big enough to shake, but it wasn't. Father was out on a case, and mother had had a headache and Susan is squiffy because when she and Morgan differ I insist upon going by what Morgan says, so I was determined I wouldn't call her unless I had to. "Finally, Miss Oliver came in.
I don't think so. I didn't take particular notice of what he said, because he was a bit squiffy. I believe he mentioned some thing about a business appointment that night, but I really didn't take much notice." "You didn't tell them anything about that at the inquest," Wrayson remarked. "I know I didn't," she admitted.
Round his brow he had a peculiar yellow band, with brownish speckles, which seemed to be bound tightly round his head." "I took a step forward. In an instant his strange head-gear began to move, and there reared itself from among his hair the squat, diamond-shaped head and puffed neck of a loathsome serpent..." "Ugh!" said Squiffy. He closed the book and put it down.
The girl did not reply, twisting her hands on an old bag in her lap. Silence had stolen on the carriage a silence such as steals on animals at the first approach of danger; all eyes were turned towards the figures of the foreigners. "Yes," broke out the red-faced man, "he was a bit squiffy that evening old Tom." "Ah!" replied his neighbour, "he would be."
I remember the last time I was squiffy I sang all the way home that old nursery hymn: "'On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you!" "I should have liked to hear you sing it sure!" said Suzon, laughing.
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