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"With the obvious exception of yourself," Lyad said, "everyone on the Griffin takes my orders at the moment." "Then just tell whoever's in charge of the yacht to let the squad in before there's any shooting. The Commissioner can get awfully short-tempered. Then get the guards away from that entry portal. That's for their own good." The Ermetyne nodded. "Will do." "All right.
"Are you thinking I'll put my head in a bag like that, and he my own brother? 'Deed, I'd never get a lick of work out of him on Saturday if I did! Na, na, lads! Whoever's Chief, it won't be Jock." "Maybe you'd like to be the Chief yourself," retorted Jock, "but it's enough to be bossed by you at home! Besides, whoever heard of a girl being Chief, anyway?"
After ushering his client out the hall door and closing it behind her, Rand turned and said: "All right, Kathie, or Dave; whoever's out there. Come on in." Then he went to his desk and reached under it, snapping off a switch. As he straightened, the door from the reception-office opened and his secretary, Kathie O'Grady, entered, loading a cigarette into an eight-inch amber holder.
"Oh, do!" said Loman. "I'm certain to be able to pay then. I forgot all about the Nightingale." "The Nightingale? It must be an uncommon spicy bird to fetch in thirty pound!" "It's not a bird," said Loman, laughing; "it's a scholarship." "A what?" "A scholarship. I'm in for an exam, you know, and whoever's first gets fifty-pounds a year for three years." "But suppose you ain't first? what then?"
I wish it was my farm. Why?" She could see now it wasn't. He was out tramping. The corner of a knapsack bulged over his right shoulder. Rough greenish coat and stockings dust-coloured riding breeches But there was something about him. Something tall and distant; slender and strange, like the fir-trees. "Because whoever's farm it is I want to see him." "You won't see him.
They'll thank you for it, and you may be the means of gittin' this fool of an Aguinaldo captured. If you does, why, your future's all right. And ye can tell the colonel, or whoever's in command, that Bill Hickson is still with 'em, and that he's doin' his best fer Uncle Sam, and tell 'em that Aggy has got about three thousand troops altogether, but only about a thousand with him.
"I didn't notice, not havin' on my readin' glasses. So it's Bob's, is it?" "Yes," answered Celestina, eyeing the neat parcel curiously. "Whoever's sendin' you a bundle all tied up with white paper an' pink string, Bob? It looks like it was jewelry." Quickly Willie sprang to the rescue. "Oh, Bob's been gettin' some repairin' done for the Brewsters," explained he.
Not until I know who's here. Because I think I'm afraid Mr. Neale may be here. I must I will stop! I'm not afraid. Whose body have you found?" "Gabriel Chestermarke's," replied Starmidge quietly. "Dead! And whoever's here, Miss Fosdyke, I don't see how he can possibly be alive. Do go back and let us search." But Betty turned away and began to search, climbing from one mass of wreckage to another.
But here Mary still pursuing the time-honoured ritual of shutting up entered candle in hand, the landing showing brightly lit behind her. "Dear heart alive!" she exclaimed, "whoever's that? You, Miss Damaris? Alone here in the dark. You did make me jump. But there," she added, repentant of her unceremonious exclamation, "I don't know what possesses us all to-night.
The blood rushed to his face in an overpowering glow, and then he felt the warm tide going back upon his heart, and realised the position in which he stood for the first time in its true light. It's a sad thing for Rosa whoever's taken her away, and wherever she is."
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