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And the ivy all leaved out on the side of the house, and the hand-organs playing, and the children dancing on the sidewalk 'tis a great time for speaking out what's in the heart. You were saying yesterday, sir " "Woman!" roared Mr. Coulson; "you are a fool. I pay you to take care of this house. I am freezing to death in my own room, and you come in and drivel to me about ivy and hand-organs.
The corner was a retired one, and there was no one within earshot. "Say, are you still on this Hamilton Fynes business?" Mr. Coulson asked. "Partly," the Inspector replied. "You know, I'm not making reflections," Mr.
"It does seem to be getting cool, Sir," said Higgins. "I hadn't noticed it before. I'll close the window, Sir." "Do," said Mr. Coulson. "They call this spring, do they? If it keeps up long I'll go back to Palm Beach. House feels like a morgue." Later Miss Coulson dutifully came in to inquire how the gout was progressing. "'Stantia," said the old man, "how is the weather outdoors?"
As they all sat at tea in Alice Rose's house-place, Philip announced his intended journey; a piece of intelligence he had not communicated earlier to Coulson because he had rather dreaded the increase of dissatisfaction it was sure to produce, and of which he knew the expression would be restrained by the presence of Alice Rose and her daughter. 'To Lunnon! exclaimed Alice. Hester said nothing.
In the vehicle two men were seated, and beside them stood old Sandy and Mr. Coulson. The schoolmaster was using the first two or three days of his holidays in which to bid farewell to his Forest Glen friends.
Coulson at the group of four children, standing open-mouthed, gazing at the men, and breathlessly listening to every word. He was particularly struck with the smallest one, a little girl in a torn, berry-stained blue pinafore and a sunbonnet of the same material.
The reporter left his new-made friend a short time afterwards, and took a hansom to his office. His newspaper at once issued a special edition, giving an interview between their representative and Mr. James B. Coulson, a personal friend of the murdered man.
"Well, I've lied to those reporters and chaps," Coulson admitted, "lied with a purpose, of course, as you people can understand. The money found upon Fynes was every penny he had when he left Liverpool." The young man set his teeth. "It's something to know this, at any rate," he declared. "You did right, Coulson, to put up that bluff. Now about the duplicates?"
I guess they boarded the train somehow, or lay hidden in it when it started, and relieved him of a good bit of his savings." "But his money was found upon him," Somerfield objected. "Some of it," Mr. Coulson answered, "some of it. That's just about the only thing that I do know of my own.
He went on wi' Annie Coulson, William's sister, till he broke her heart; and sin then he's been on wi' others. 'I dunnot believe a word on 't, said Sylvia, standing up, all aflame. 'I niver telled a lie i' my life, said Philip, almost choking with grief at her manner to him, and the regard for his rival which she betrayed.
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