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"Go on, Miss Westbury. Even if it seems to tell against him, go on. We cannot say what it may lead to." "Indeed, I have nothing more to tell. Once or twice it seemed to me that he was on the point of telling me something. He spoke one evening of the importance of the secret, and I have some recollection that he said that no doubt foreign spies would pay a great deal to have it."
On the way down I stopped at the Westbury home and reported my visitor. Mrs. Westbury, a handsome, spirited woman, laughed. "That was old Nat, who lives just back of you. He's a good old body, but queer." "I'm glad he's a body," I said. "I wasn t sure." Our debt to William C. Westbury
And here we may relate, though he was then too young to know all that was happening, what the papers contained, of which Captain Westbury had made a seizure, and which papers had been transferred from the japan-box to the bed when the officers arrived.
"Looks like he's going ter try," was the answer as the boys trundled the Golden Eagle out of her stable. And this was indeed the lad's intention. It was the work of a minute to test the gasolene tank and rapidly see that the engine was in running order. "How can we tell when we strike Westbury?" asked Frank, as he and his brother clambered into the machine.
Whatever there was to know about Brook Ridge, Westbury knew an all-wide Providence could scarcely know more. He knew every family, its history and inter-relationships.
"Big fire Goggins's farm Mineola fire department bust up hurry," cried Frank all in a breath. "All right, we'll be on the job in ten minutes," cried the voice, and in a short time the big doors of the fire-house were flung open and lights switched on. The Westbury fire-engine was the cause of just pride to its operators.
If you have ever lived in the country you know what a thing like that is worth. It was my opinion that Westbury was a genius, and he has since proved it. But I am still going too fast.
But then we came to the house of the man who had made a failure of book chicken-farming, and she darted in. She had remembered it as her home and wanted to return to it. Imagine wanting to go back to such a home! Westbury came, and we got a rope on her and led her uphill. I suppose I felt better in the morning, and it was about this time that William arrived on the scene.
So, to take a later instance, Westbury, under the influence of Sir Manasseh Lopes, had provided a refuge for Sir Robert Peel, when the course which he had taken on Catholic Emancipation had cost him his seat for Oxford.
"If only the Westbury department could be notified they might still get here in time to save the house," cried another onlooker, "they've got an automobile fire-engine that just eats up the road." "That's so, but how are you going to get them. It's fifteen miles away and a horse couldn't do it in less than an hour and a quarter." "How about an auto?"
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