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The worst of it was, he didn't know how to refuse the Mayor. Then the telephone-bell rang. 'Excuse me, said Mr Blackshaw, with admirably simulated politeness, going to the instrument. 'Are you there? Who is it? 'It's me, darling, came the thin voice of his wife far away at Bleakridge. 'The water's just getting hot. We're nearly ready. Can you come now? 'By Jove!
It was clear that if a man had been listening at the door he could have had ample opportunity to slip away into the darkness. He would not be loitering here now. The telephone-bell was still insistently ringing and they turned back to the office. "Judy," said Tripp solicitously, "don't you go and get nerves, now." "You think I imagined the whole thing!"
De Spain had gone that morning to Medicine Bend. He got back late and, after a supper at the Mountain House, went directly to his room. The telephone-bell was ringing when he unlocked and threw open his door. Entering the room, he turned on a light, closed the door behind him, and sat down to answer the call. "Is this Henry de Spain?" came a voice, slowly pronouncing the words over the wire.
I am absolutely sure of him," she said angrily. "Oh, well if you're sure, it's all right," said Jeanne. The ringing of the telephone-bell made a fortunate diversion.
McKaye and Elizabeth were knitting socks for suffering Armenians when the telephone-bell rang. Jane immediately left the piano and went out into the entrance-hall to answer it, the servants having gone down to Port Agnew to a motion-picture show. A moment later, she returned to the living-room, leaving the door to the entrance-hall open. "You're wanted on the telephone, Don!" she cried gaily.
"Yes, I'm coming," Dosia called back. "There's nothing the matter!" She had run from the room without looking up at that figure beside her, snatching a glass of water automatically from the dining-table as she passed by it. Fast as her feet might carry her, they could not keep pace with her beating heart. When the telephone-bell rang a moment after, it was to confirm the tidings given before.
I was wondering if he couldn't have got me mixed up with someone else, when the telephone-bell rang outside in the hall, and the maid came in to say that I was wanted. I buzzed down, and found it was young Bingo. "Hallo!" said young Bingo. "So you've got there? Good man! I knew I could rely on you. I say, old crumpet, did my uncle seem pleased to see you?" "Absolutely all over me.
I'm not sure that Trevors or the lumber people would be averse to getting us involved in a lot of legal intricacies. Oh, he has been careful not to leave any definite proof behind him." "You hit the bell that time!" laughed Tripp, and Judith smiled with him as there came to their ears the faint tinkle of the telephone-bell in the office. Judith excused herself and hastened to answer the summons.
It was broken by the high trill of the telephone-bell. "There is one of our bacilli squeaking for help," said he with a grim smile. "They are beginning to realize that their continued existence is not really one of the necessities of the universe." He was gone from the room for a minute or two. I remember that none of us spoke in his absence. The situation seemed beyond all words or comments.
When he had gone, Mayor Poundstone declared to his secretary that without doubt Ogilvy was the livest, keenest fellow that had struck Sequoia since the advent of old John Cardigan. Half an hour later the Mayor's telephone-bell rang. Buck Ogilvy was on the line. "I beg your pardon for bothering you with my affairs twice in the same day, Mr.
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