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"The affair that I'm looking up happened across the street at Hume's second floor of 478." "Oh!" Sams stared for a moment, then he took up his razor, turned his back and went on with his shaving. But there was expectancy in his attitude; and Ashton-Kirk smiled confidently. "While you were drawn up in Christie Place, waiting for a fare," he asked, "did you hear or see anything at 478?"
I used to wonder which won out, the dimple or the chin, but I wasn't long in finding out. Well, he looked dazed when I took him to the shelter-house and he saw Mr. Dick and Mrs. Dick and the Mr. Sams and Miss Patty. They gave him a lawn-mower to sit on, and Mr. Sam explained the situation. "I know it's asking a good bit, Mr. Pierce," he said, "and personally I can see only one way out of all this.
To be sure, the latter's connection with the affair is peculiar; Miss Vale's visit to Hume's last night, the sounds which Sams heard immediately after she had gone in her turning out of the gas and hurried flight, are also strange and significant enough. But they are perhaps the very end of the story; and it is best never to begin at the end."
A door opened, and a face covered with thick soap suds and surmounted by a tangle of sandy hair looked out. "Hello," growled this person, huskily. "Who wants him?" "Very glad to see you, Mr. Sams," said Ashton-Kirk. "We have a small matter of business with you that will require a few moments of your time. May we come in?" "Sure," said Sams.
'I was empty-like; and then five years after, as I lay in bed in th' owd chamber aboon same chamber as Billy were laid out in Mary o' Sams, who had come to nurse me, said: "Thou mun look up, Jenny, it's another lad," and she put thee in my arms, and then th' warkin' went, and I were a happy woman again.
The other boy's name was also Samuel, or the first part of his name was Samuel; but the cadets declined to have two Sams among the plebes, and so Samuel Winslow had gradually come to be known as "Poke." "What's Merriwell up to now?" asked Poke, a look of delighted suspense on his face. "He's making things rather lively round here lately." "You bet!" grinned Sammy Smiles.
"The Star man seems to have struck up an acquaintance with Sams," said Ashton-Kirk, with interest. He thought for a moment, and then added to Fuller: "Tell Stumph when Miss Edyth Vale arrives to show her here at once." "Oh, you have been expecting her then?" "No: I have not. But I am now." After Fuller left the room, the investigator turned eagerly to the Star's leaded narrative.
When busy fathers hurry home at night, I hope they'll buy their papers of the small boys, who get 'shoved back; the feeble ones, who grow hoarse, and can't 'sing out; the shabby ones, who evidently have only forgetful Sams to care for them; and the hungry-looking ones, who don't get what is 'fillin'. For love of the little sons and daughters safe at home, say a kind word, buy a paper, even if you don't want it; and never pass by, leaving them to sleep forgotten in the streets at midnight, with no pillow but a stone, no coverlet but the pitiless snow, and not even a tender-hearted robin to drop leaves over them.
"I saw a light on the second floor something I never saw before at that hour. And I saw the Dutchman that keeps the store underneath shutting up. And I heard somebody laughing upstairs," as a second thought. "I think that's what made me notice the light." "Nothing else?" Sams shaved and considered. He wiped his razor at last, poured some water in a bowl and doused his face.
"We'd like to ask a question or two regarding what happened last night in Christie Place." The cab driver's forehead corrugated; he closed his razor, laid it down and shoved his' soapy face toward the speaker. "Say," spoke he, roughly. "I drives people wherever they wants to go; but I don't ask no questions." "It's all right, Mr. Sams," said Ashton-Kirk.
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