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When it was clear that the members of the family were in bed, the Grand Army man hitched his shoulders and, untangling his long legs, caught his heels on the rounds of his chair. "S'pose there'll be a will, Phelps?" he queried in his weak falsetto. The banker laughed disagreeably, and began trimming his nails with a pearl-handled pocket-knife.
Archer held her little pearl-handled toy with a spasmodic grip which brought out a row of dots across her delicate knuckles, rivaling her face in whiteness. Mary Thorne's gray eyes, dilated with emotion, stood out against her pallor like deep wells of black. One clenched hand hung straight at her side; the other rested on the butt of the Colt, lying on the stand below the useless instrument.
"Are you badly hurt? Do you wish me to send for a surgeon?" "Go into the next room and bring me the leather chest you'll find there." Wilson obeyed. The man opened it and took out a vial of catgut, a roll of antiseptic gauze, several rolls of bandages, and a small, pearl-handled revolver. He levelled this at Wilson. "Now," he commanded, "tell me who the Devil you are." Wilson did not flinch.
You won't let on I found it, honey? You won't tell nobody?" He reassured her, and hastened to his room. Lighting his lamp, he hurriedly changed his coat for a heavier, and was starting in hot haste for the door when his eyes fell upon the pistol, which he had laid on the table. It was a fine, pearl-handled revolver, thirty-eight caliber. He looked at it closer, then stared blankly at the floor.
His pipe, his memorandum-book, and his pearl-handled penknife recalled him to my mind as I had seen him so many times of old, sitting in my father's drawing-room, with his hands folded on his knee and his firm mouth bent in a whimsical smile.
"It's very good of you to relieve my anxiety." "Let me relieve it some more, Miss Sanderson. Here's the knife you lost." She glanced up carelessly at the pearl-handled knife he pushed through the window. "I didn't know it was lost." "Well, now you know it's found. When do you remember seeing it last, ma'am?" "I lent it to a friend two days ago." "Oh, to a friend two days ago."
It was a pearl-handled knife belonging to the writing desk found open on her table, and its frail and dainty character proved indisputably, that it was employed by the girl herself, and that against manifest enemies; no man being likely to snatch up any such puny weapon for the purpose either of offence or defence. That these enemies were two and were both men, was insisted upon by Mrs.
He was smiling to himself. A man who could interrupt a deal involving upward of a hundred thousand dollars to try to sell a jackknife certainly was not of a caliber to give serious worry to an astute business man. "Recommend the pearl-handled one," said Scattergood. "Two dollars 'n' a half." "I'll take it," said Mr.
"Now," Hotchkiss announced, "I make it something like this: The 'p. is one of two things, pistol you remember the little pearl-handled affair belonging to the murdered man or it is pocket-book. I am inclined to the latter view, as the pocket-book had been disturbed and the pistol had not." I took the piece of paper from the table and scrawled four words on it.
The pockets of his trousers contained the usual miscellany of keys and small change, while in his hip pocket was found a small pearl-handled revolver of the type women usually keep around. A gold watch with a Masonic charm had slid down between the mattress and the window, while a showy diamond stud was still fastened in the bosom of his shirt.
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