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When Green appeared he was engrossed in copying the advertisement on to a writing-pad. He laid down his pen after a while. "That you, Green? Send this up to Grant, and ask him to have it photographed. See if he can pick out any of the prints as being in the records or bearing on the case. Somebody's been pawing this all over, and the prints are probably spoilt.
"I mean the young lady out in the garden there, to whom you were dictating just now. The young lady with the writing-pad on her knee." "What! What!" Mr. Bennett spluttered. "Do you know who that is?" he exclaimed. "Oh, yes, indeed!" said Jno. Peters. "I have only met her once, when she came into our office to see Mr.
Thereupon, rather hesitatingly, Songbird held up his writing-pad and read the following: "The sun sinks low far in the west The farmer plodeth home to rest, The watchdog, watching in the night, Assures him ev'ry thing is right." "Fine!" cried Tom. "Real, dyed-in-the-wool poetry that, Songbird. Give us some more."
"Perhaps you would like to take it with you, then," Helen suggested, to Mrs. Purnell's delight, who explained that the only picture she had of Dorothy at that age had been lost. "If it wouldn't deprive you?" "No, indeed. You must take it. I have a large blotter in my writing-pad, so I really don't need that one at all.
"I shall have it ready to give you when we go into chapel. I shall have something. Do not fear." Scarcely had the door closed upon the caller, when Hester was at her study-table with pencil and writing-pad. Inspiration had seized her. She would write a poem that would be worthy the name. It would appear in the "Mirror" with her name below, "Hester Alden."
His wife went up to him, took his hand, and seemed to beat on it softly with her fingers; he smiled, and presently raised his hat, as if to greet us, and then took up a little writing-pad which lay beside him, and began to write. A little conversation followed, his wife reading out what he had written, and then interpreting our remarks to him.
The distant muttering of the thunder and an occasional sharp flash of lightning wore on her tired nerves until she could sit still no longer. For the sake of something to do, she went up to her room, intending to write some letters there, but her bed had not been made up, so she returned to the parlor with her fountain pen and writing-pad.
"I mean the young lady out in the garden there, to whom you were dictating just now. The young lady with the writing-pad on her knee." "What! What!" Mr. Bennett spluttered. "Do you know who that is?" he exclaimed. "Oh, yes, indeed!" said Jno. Peters. "I have only met her once, when she came into our office to see Mr.
Meanwhile, Kennedy moved over to the writing-table which he had examined on our first visit to the room. Covered up in the writing-pad was still the paper which he had copied. Only, Mrs. Anthony had added much more to it. He looked at it desperately. What good would it do if, after hours, his cleverness might solve the cipher too late? Mrs. Anthony seemed to be struggling bravely.
Bridgie looked vaguely round the room, turned out the contents of her writing-pad, peeped into a drawer under the table, searched the bottom of the stocking-basket, the pocket of her dress, then stroked her chin meditatively, and said "Perhaps I was paying for something else! I remember now that I did buy a saucepan."
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