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Looking back, he could see his father-in-law patting Mr. Connolly affectionately on the shoulder. Archie and Lucille lingered over their coffee. Mr. Blumenthal was out in the telephone-box settling the business end with Wilson Hymack. The music-publisher had been unstinted in his praise of "Mother's Knee." It was sure-fire, he said. The words, stated Mr.

I expect I'll get the sack anyhow over this business, but I'm doin' me best in tryin' the telephone, so you'll confer a favor, mam, if you call Fitzroy on one side before tellin' him." Though the telephone-box was stuffy when the door was closed, Mrs. Devar felt a cold chill running down her spine. "I don't quite understand," she said thickly. "You're Dale, somebody's man; whose man?"

"The Memsahib very sorry, sir, but cannot speak to any one just now;" and he heard the jar of the instrument as the receiver at the other end was sharply hung up and the connection broken. Thresk came out from the telephone-box with a face puzzled and very grave. Mrs. Repton refused to speak to him! It was a fact, an inexplicable fact, and it alarmed him.

A little later the colonel passed his post. The nut did not salute. The indignant colonel turned and passed again. The nut ignored him. "Why in the qualified blazes don't you salute?" the colonel roared. "Ah," said the nut, softly, "I fawncied you were vexed with me." Pat walked into the post-office. After getting into the telephone-box he called a wrong number.

Presently the elder stranger could be heard battling with the obstinate idiosyncrasies of a London telephone. 'You haven't registered, Nina called to him in her tremulous, delicate, captivating voice, as he came out of the telephone-box.

"I'm going off to the police!" Millwaters put out a detaining hand. "Don't, Mr. Perkwite!" he said. "To get police into a quarter like this is as bad as putting a light to dry straw. I'll tell you a better plan than that, sir find the nearest telephone-box and call up our people call Mr. Carless, tell him what you've seen and get him to come down and bring somebody with him.

For the middle part Kent burst out of the telephone-box and took the nearest short-cut through the capitol grounds for the street-car corner. At a quarter of nine he was cross-questioning the clerk face to face in the lobby of the Wellington. There was little more to be learned about Ormsby. The club-man had left his key and gone out.

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