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Siddle seemed to object to The Hollies being mentioned as the scene of the crime," he said. "I wonder why?" "Because he's an old molly-coddle," snapped the horse-dealer. "Thinks everyone is like himself, a regular slow-coach." Tomlin closed the door into the passage, closed it for the first time in living memory, whereat Furneaux, on the landing above, grinned sardonically, and ran downstairs.
"Shoot him down!" shouted Pearse in horror. And Venner and Tomlin strove for words without success. Venner was dumb and sick in face of Dolores's peril. Yellow Rufe uttered a grim, Satanic growl of laughter, and drew back his arm for the cast.
"Bring the lush and the pipes, old blone!" cried Ned, throwing himself on a bench; "we are never at a loss for company!" "You, indeed, never can be, who are always inseparably connected with the object of your admiration," said Tomlin, son, dryly, and taking up an old newspaper.
She forced the cup into Tomlin's trembling fingers, gave him never a glance, but went out of the saloon on her errand. When he realized she was gone, Craik Tomlin dashed down the wine like a petulant boy, and cursed deeply and fiercely.
The party at once began an eager search in the hope of finding other things that might be of use to them, and they were not altogether disappointed; for Jarring found a clasp-knife much rust-eaten, of course, but still fit for use. Slag found a much-battered frying-pan, and Tomlin discovered a large cast-iron pot behind the hut, with a chip out of its rim.
As usual, the Judies had the advantage in numbers, and, filled to the brim with righteous indignation, they were proceeding to make things uncommonly warm for the invaders Painter had lost his cap, and Tomlin three waistcoat buttons when the eye of Jackson, roving up and down the street, was caught by a Seymour's cap.
I really fancied I had a clew to the Steynholme murderer. And where do you think it ended? In the loft of your club-room, Mr. Tomlin. In a box of old clothes at that. Silly, isn't it?" "Wot! Them amatoor play-hactin' things?" "Exactly." Elkin grunted, though intending to laugh. "Not so sharp for a London 'tec, I must say," he cried. "Why, those props have been there since before Christmas." "Yes.
When Rupert Venner and his guests, Craik Tomlin and John Pearce, aboard the Venner yacht, Feu Follette, passed that way, they were easily induced to go ashore. In the midst of a reception accorded them by Dolores, the party beheld Yellow Rufe and a band of mulattoes and blacks making for the schooner, from whose rail shots crackled. Venner raised a cry of treachery and called, "Come, fellows!"
And Rupert Vernier and Craik Tomlin, forgetting their gloomy thoughts regarding each other, entered the great chamber, and were brought to a sudden halt at the sight of John Pearse sitting at his ease through the strife in the high chair of state. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. Don't forget this magazine is issued weekly, and that you will get the continuation of this story without waiting a month.
"Water?" wheezed Tomlin indignantly. "Water?" "Well, no offense. I can't taste anything. I believe I could swallow dope and not feel it on my tongue." "You do look bad, an' no mistake, Fred," agreed Hobbs. "Are you vettin' yerself? Don't. Every man to his trade, sez I. Give Dr. Foxton a call." "I'm taking his medicine regular. Perhaps I need a change."
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