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Siddle, and Tomlin, if you please, are regarded as starters in the Doris Martin Matrimonial Stakes, and I don't think Tomlin could ever murder anything but the King's English. It is Siddle's volte face that bothers me." "Um!" murmured Mr. Fowler. He was not an uneducated man, but volte face, correctly pronounced, was unfamiliar in his ears. "The change was so marked," went on the detective.
And not until then did Venner and Pearse awake to the true artistry of the woman; for here, instead of making of Tomlin a raging foe, willing to plot with all the power of his alert brain for their ultimate release, she had aroused a demon of black jealousy in him which promised to set all three by the ears.
Tomlin, an entire suit of clothes and an overcoat, did that wonderful Tree shed upon his proud shoulders. Candy, nuts, and fruit were there in abundance, open to all, while the children paused, awed, under a deluge of toys such as their eyes had never beheld the likeness of before.
The superintendent, who did not know any of them, had no difficulty in identifying Hobbs, who looked a butcher and was dressed like one, or Tomlin, who was either born an innkeeper or had been coached in the part by a stage expert.
Tomlin was seething with curiosity, but there were some casual customers in the "snug," so he could not abandon his post. Soon, however, Ingerman led Elkin and Hobbs to the inn. Evidently, the "financier" had been making some small purchases. He was in high spirits.
Tomlin went to New Zealand to seek his fortune. Whether he found it or not, we cannot tell! Last, but not least, Dr Hayward and his wife returned to their native land, and for many years afterwards kept up a steady correspondence with Nell Massey, in which, you may be sure, there were frequent and pleasant allusions to the time which they had spent together on the lonely isle in the southern seas.
It's Gatwick today. Dash! I might have saved you a journey." "Oh, it doesn't matter. In my business there is no call for hurry." Elkin looked around. "Where's our friend, the 'tec?" he said. "I think you're wrong about 'im, meanin' Mr. Peters," said Tomlin. "'E's 'ere for a noospaper, not for the Yard." "That's his blarney," smirked Elkin.
But how will you ever manage to make the branches catch, everything being so thoroughly soaked?" "You shall see. I have had to make a fire in worse circumstances than the present," returned Hayward, "though I admit they are bad enough. Have you got the small twigs broken and ready, Slag?" "All ready, sir." "Now look here, Tomlin."
"The chemist? Foreman of the jury?" "Yes, sir." "From appearances, he is a likelier candidate than either Elkin or Tomlin. Anybody else?" "I shouldn't be far wrong if I gave you the name of most among the young unmarried men in the parish." "Dear me! I must have a peep at this charmer. But I want those names, Robinson." Winter produced a note-book, so he was evidently taking the matter seriously.
Then around the mass of the mountain and skirting the grove, past the prostrate Pascherette she sped, casting a glance of bitter hate at the sorely wounded octoroon, but never halting until she reached a point of the underbrush immediately behind the spot where Venner and Tomlin still ranged back and forth uneasily watching the fight.
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