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For a moment Kennedy studied the note carefully. "Oh er I forgot, Armstrong, but a few days ago an anonymous letter was sent to Mrs. Sutphen, signed 'A Friend. Do you know anything about it?" "A note?" the man repeated. "Mrs. Sutphen? I don't know anything about any note, or Mrs. Sutphen either." Kennedy was still studying his record.
"Seated beside Colonel Sutphen is Count Muhlen-Sarkey, the Holder of the Purse." This Privy Counselor was a moon-faced and rotund individual, who, in his efforts to preserve a fitting severity of expression in keeping with the duty before him, had succeeded only in appearing monstrously depressed. He smiled eagerly, responsively, to Carter's bow, bobbing his head like a gleeful sparrow.
The group split; the King was adroitly surrounded by Sobieska, Muhlen-Sarkey and Carter, while Trusia and Sutphen advanced to meet and check the too curious Russian. He smiled blandly as he tacitly acknowledged to himself that he had been gracefully repulsed in one direction. Glancing at the baggage of the party, he bent over Trusia's hand with almost real deference.
"Certainly," she replied, and the old fellow was sent for. There was neither tremor nor twitch on his impassive countenance as he responded to the summons, although he must have missed Johann and knew not what had transpired. "You are to take this note to Colonel Sutphen at once," said Sobieska curtly. "At once," he reiterated with emphasis, "don't even wait for a hat.
"The water is a new feature to you. Well, you will have plenty of it. Aunt Sutphen lives just on the edge of the shore. I am very sorry I cannot stay to see you domesticated. Do you mind it much, beginning here alone?" "O no." Diana did not mind that or anything else, in her content at having reached a safe harbour, a place where she would be both secure and free.
The only thing to do is to get the victim out of his environment and into an entirely new scene." The laboratory table cleared again, Kennedy had dropped into a deep study. "Now, why was Mrs. Sutphen there?" he asked aloud. "I can't think it was solely through her interest for that girl they call Snowbird. She was interested in her, but she made no attempt to interfere or to follow her.
The captain and us won't disagree, I reckon." "I never do business in that way. Bring out your boat and put a price on it." "Come, Neckart," said the captain, rising hastily, "we will walk up the beach a bit. I'll see you about the boat presently, Sutphen. You don't know these fellows, Bruce," when they had passed out of hearing and found a seat in the thin salt grass.
"Then who is he?" asked the bewildered Sutphen, rising from his seat and pointing impulsively at Carrick. "Only an English peasant, Excellency, who has stolen the missing star," Josef insinuated. "Are you sure? Are you sure?" persisted the Colonel, who was struggling with a grave doubt, which was now inclining his judgment in favor of the captives.
"Hello, O'Connor," I heard Kennedy say; "you read that story in the Star this morning about the drug fiends at that Broadway cabaret? Yes? Well, Jameson and I wrote it. It's part of the drug war that Mrs. Sutphen has been waging. O'Connor, she's been poisoned oh, no she's all right now. But I want you to send out and arrest Whitecap and that fellow Armstrong immediately.
Captain Swendon and I wish to hire a boat for the day," turning to the fishermen again. "Can any of you men furnish us with one?" Sutphen lighted his cigar leisurely: "We always manage to provide Captain Swendon with a boat when he wants it. We kin obleege him," with a slight stress on the pronoun. "At what rates?" sharply. "Waal, we kin talk of rates when the day's over.
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