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"A while back, then," resumed Philip, "Johnny chanced upon the information that in January Miss Westfall will be a guest of Ann Sherrill's at Palm Beach. So will our minstrel still incognito " "Excellent!" rumbled the Baron with relish. "Excellent. If all this be true," he added, muddling an Americanism, "we have then, of the horse another color!"
We'll stay inside whenever possible, look on from outside when we must, but all the time picking up whatever information we can. In the meantime, now that we've got our passengers, old Doctor Westfall prescribes something that he says is good for what ails us. Distance lots of distance, straight out from the sun and I wouldn't wonder if we'd better take his prescription."
I can't for the life of me see why it is that young Mr. Wherry is perpetually making scratches where his feet rest. And I'm sure he left his footprint on the piano and thundered through every roll on the player, for they're all out of place, and the Williston caretaker heard him, though like as not it was Carl for that matter. He's a Westfall, and he'd do it if he felt like it, dear knows!
"I I did not know it was Poynter until he fell," urged Themar trembling. "Granberry and he are similar in build." "Who attempted to kill Miss Westfall?" blazed the Baron, shaking his valet into chattering subjection. "Excellency, I know not!" protested Themar swallowing painfully. "There was still another man he dashed ahead and stole the car."
Miss Ruff took the stand and in reply to Mr. Cook briefly told her experiences. Then Mr. Hummel took her in hand. She answered modestly and straightforwardly, not denying the nature of her intimacy with Mr. Julius Westfall, but stated her inability to remember when that gentleman went to Europe. Mr.
"A nomadic young woman, I am told," shrugged the older man carelessly. He stood watching the dusty trail of the nomad with narrowed, thoughtful eyes, unaware that his companion's eyes had wandered somewhat expectantly to the Westfall lake. "Baron Tregar!" whispered Ann Sherrill in a remote corner of the veranda to a girl she had brought up to the farm with her late the night before.
Westfall made sure that they had been tendered the highest hospitality of Mars. "We have drunk full deeply, thanks; and it was not really necessary, for we drank scarcely three weeks ago." Brandon and Westfall turned then and greeted the two Venerians, as different from the Martians as they were from the Terrestrials.
"Theodomir, Miss Westfall, was a lovable, willful, over-democratic young crown prince of Houdania who, many years ago, refused the responsibilities of a royal position whose pomp and pretensions he despised quoting Buddha and fled to America where in the course of time he married, divorced his wife and later died incognito.
But it was no bear or Indian only two strange children on the bed. His wife was glaring at them. He sighed with relief and laid down the pistol. "Put that on again, James Westfall. You'll need it. Look here!" "Well, they won't bite. Whose are they? Where have you stowed ourn?" "Where have I " Utterance forsook this mother for a moment. "And you ask me!" she continued. "Ask Lin McLean.
Then Brandon would find a remedy for each weakness in turn and, when Westfall could no longer find a single flaw in the structure, they would toss the completed problem upon a table and attack the next one with unabated zeal.
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