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Bernie was too much a gentleman to urge her into any step for which she was not ready, so he merely sighed when he saw his plans go astray, albeit confessing to moments of dismay as he foresaw himself growing old in the second-hand business.
"Hurry up, finish the hand. Got to get my beauty sleep." "Whaddaya mean, hurry up," said Bernie, "you're into me for fifteen bucks." "Get it back from Hank here," the reporter said. He nodded at the newcomer, "Want this hand? You're fourteen points down. Lover boy's got sixty-eight on game, but you're a box up." "Sure," said Tilton. He took the cards. The morning news reporters left.
A number of our shipmates had put up tents in the neighbourhood, and at night we all gathered round the camp fire to talk and smoke away our misery. One, whose name I forget, was a journalist, correspondent for the 'Nonconformist'. Scott was an artist, Harrison a mechanical engineer. Doran a commercial traveller, Moran an ex-policeman, Beswick a tailor, Bernie a clogger.
Tearing the envelope open he saw in his mother's well known handwriting the following: "Dear Bernie: "Follow this man and trust him as you would your loving mother. "Fairfax Belgrave." Bernard dismissed his carriage, ordered to take him to his lodging, and spoke to the man who had accosted him, saying that he was at his service. They walked a distance and soon were at the railroad station.
Their father before them was an athlete. In Harvard there have been the Traffords, Perry and Bernie Arthur Brewer and Charley the fleet of foot, who ran ninety yards in the Harvard-Princeton game of 1895 and caught Suter from behind the two Shaws, Evarts Wrenn, '92 and his famous cousin Bob who played tennis quite as well as he played football.
He had followed so many clues, his quest had been so long and fruitless, that he met disappointment half-way. Up to this moment Bernie Dreux had listened without a word or movement, but now he stirred and inquired, hesitatingly: "Pardon me, but what is this Pallozzo gang and who are the Quatrones? I'm tremendously interested in this affair."
"Is it all right! You little sanctimonious-eyed prude! You bet it's all right! Maybe we'll meet again, Janet. You can't 'most always sometimes tell." "I hope you'll come to Berwick to visit me, Alicia," said Bernice; "I think as we're cousins we ought to see more of each other." "I'd love to, Bernie. Maybe I'll come this summer."
It was very difficult to impress her with the fact that the Carnival was still a long way off and that Bernie was yet to be reckoned with. "As if there could be any question of my accepting," she chattered. "Dear, dear! Why shouldn't I? And it was lovely of you to arrange it for me, too. Oh, I know you did, so you needn't deny it. I hope you're to be Rex.
Leaving Bernie on guard, Blake penetrated swiftly to the rooms behind, paying no heed to the crone's protestations. In one corner a slender, dark-eyed boy was cowering, whom he recognized at once as the lad he had seen on the night of Donnelly's death. "You are Gino Cressi," he said, quietly. The boy shook his head. "Oh, yes, you are, and you must come with me, Gino." The little fellow recoiled.
I wouldn't be willing, even if you were, Uncle, to let the matter drop. I want to know the solution of the mystery, and I'm going to find it!" "Bravo! Bernie, girl," cried her uncle, "that's the talk! As I told you I must know the truth of this thing, never mind why, I MUST find it out. But how?"
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