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He was told that a reward would be paid for the capture of the thieves, but he earnestly protested that it was entirely out of his power to obtain any clue to the person or whereabouts of the thief; and no inquiries ever disclosed that this was not a perfectly true statement.

Von Kerber had treated him with confidence why should he wish to possess any disturbing knowledge of von Kerber? But he refused to be shadowed like a thief. He stepped out, left the park at Stanhope Gate, jumped on to a passing omnibus, changed it for another in the middle of Oxford Street, and walked down. Regent Street with a well-founded belief that he had defeated espionage for the time.

"'You had better go for the police, said he: 'I have killed your master." The entire story is summed up in the concluding phrase; and the final sentence rings ever after in the reader's memory. Here, to cite a new example, is the conclusion of Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death": "And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night.

True, even in that case they would have obeyed the signal, had they been near enough, and had the circumstances allowed them to identify it; but, although not far off, the noise immediately around them shut out the call of Grizzly from their ears, until he repeated it, as has been told. Hankinson anticipated his friend in this act. In his case, the thief in the saddle of Dick gave it up at once.

He soon found out his mistake, however, for the supposed ghost grappled him, and without loss of time relieved him of his money-bag. "Alack-a-day! that I should have a son with so little wit!" cried the old woman; "it was no ghost, but a thief, who is now making merry with all the money we possessed." "We have his sheet," replied her son; "and that is due solely to my determination.

"I can take you no further," said the cabman: "my fare is three shillings." "What am I to do?" said Sybil, taking out her purse. "The best thing the young lady can do," said the dustman, in a hoarse voice, "is to stand something to us all." "That's your time o'day," squeaked a young thief. "I'll drink your health with very great pleasure my dear," hiccupped the woman.

"Stop thief!" and he ran obliquely across the oblong towards the yard gates, and vanished. Simultaneously came a tumult from the parlour, and a sound of windows being closed. Hall, Henfrey, and the human contents of the tap rushed out at once pell-mell into the street. They saw someone whisk round the corner towards the road, and Mr.

A little gray-haired lady, who had not as yet spoken, and who very seldom took part in any discussion at all, looked up from her knitting. She was desperately poor but she had charitable instincts. "I wonder what made her want to steal," she remarked quietly. "A born thief," Mrs. Fitzgerald declared with conviction, "a real bad lot. One of your sly-looking ones, I call her."

Do you think that the Brahman learnt anything from his loss and recovery of his treasure? Was the Brahman more wicked than, the thief or the thief than the Brahman? Do you think the Brahman continued to be a miser for the rest of his life? What were the chief characteristics of the king that is to say, what sort of man do you think he was?

I should like to know what it has all been about. To run through dark streets and alleys, to hide for hours, as if I were a thief or a fugitive from justice, is neither to my taste nor to my liking." "Kitty!" brokenly. "I know! In a moment I shall be on my knees to you, but first I must speak out my mind. Why did you lose your head?