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"I don't know. We'll find out when the time comes," said Janet, significantly. "You've seen him!" Lise exclaimed. "No," said Janet, "and I don't want to see him unless I have to. Mr. Tiernan has seen him. Mr. Tiernan is downstairs now, waiting for me." "Johnny Tiernan! Is Johnny Tiernan downstairs?" Janet wrote the address, and thrust the slip of paper in her bag. "Good-bye, Lise," she said.
They seemed to Janet that morning hatefully beautiful. In front of his tin shop, whistling cheerfully and labouring energetically with a shovel to clean his sidewalk, was Johnny Tiernan, the tip of his pointed nose made very red by the wind. "Good morning, Miss Bumpus," he said. "Now, if you'd only waited awhile, I'd have had it as clean as a parlour. It's fine weather for coal bills."
So strong was this thing that it overcame and drove off the evil spirits of that darkened house as she descended the stairs to join Mr. Tiernan, who opened the door for her to pass out. Once in the street, she breathed deeply of the sunlit air. Nor did she observe Mr.
"Is that all?" demanded the impatient man of affairs as he turned to the 'phone. He called a cryptic sentence or two into the transmitter and slapped the receiver back on its hook. "Yes, I guess that's all," answered the wide-eyed boy, with his hat in his hand. "Then go and make good," said the man at the desk as Tiernan swung in through the office door. "Go and get your story!"
They seemed to Janet that morning hatefully beautiful. In front of his tin shop, whistling cheerfully and labouring energetically with a shovel to clean his sidewalk, was Johnny Tiernan, the tip of his pointed nose made very red by the wind. "Good morning, Miss Bumpus," he said. "Now, if you'd only waited awhile, I'd have had it as clean as a parlour. It's fine weather for coal bills."
"I know," said Janet, "but you've got to." And she put some of the cold meat, left over from Sunday's dinner, on Hannah's plate. Hannah took up a fork, and laid it down again. Suddenly she said: "You saw Lise?" "Yes," said Janet. "Where is she?" "In a house in Boston." "One of those houses?" "I I don't know," said Janet. "I think so." "You went there?" "Mr. Tiernan went with me."
"You've got the wrong place. There ain't no one of that name here," said the woman. "There ain't! All right," he insisted aggressively, pushing open the door in spite of her. "If you don't let this young lady see her quick, there's trouble coming to you." "Who are you?" asked the woman, impudently, yet showing signs of fear. "Never mind who I am," Mr. Tiernan declared.
Tiernan leaned on the desk, and reflectively lighted a Thomas-Jefferson-Five-Cent Cigar, Union Label, the excellencies of which were set forth on large signs above the "ten foot" buildings on Faber Street. "She don't know nothing, Mike," he remarked. "I guess he got wise this morning." The sergeant nodded....
Tiernan leaned on the desk, and reflectively lighted a Thomas-Jefferson-Five-Cent Cigar, Union Label, the excellencies of which were set forth on large signs above the "ten foot" buildings on Faber Street. "She don't know nothing, Mike," he remarked. "I guess he got wise this morning." The sergeant nodded....
Tiernan regarded her guilelessly, but there was admiration in his soul; not because of her unquestioned feminine attractions, he being somewhat amazingly proof against such things, but because it was conveyed to him in some unaccountable way that her suspicions were aroused. The brain beneath that corkscrew hair was worthy of a Richelieu. Mr.
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