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From: | Fred Stewart |
Subject: | [Demo-schools-authors] esoteric |
Date: | Tue, 12 Sep 2006 22:50:35 +0100 |
Walking importantly up tothe front door of the
house, he knocked loudly.
The driver alighted and was fumbling with the gate,
when his fare leapedto the ground.
Come on, he cried, Ive had enough of
this.
You have left pretty little weapon in
room.
Come on, he cried, Ive had enough of this. Well,
maybe Ibetter keep this trinket for a minute, he reflected. Humbly beggingpardon, do
not come in here.
To please this Victor, I handover
pearls.
This Madden says he is the same who bought
thenecklace at San Francisco jewelers.
Its all wrong, Holley, remarked Eden with
feeling.
On Sunday afternoon he went away and came back late
at nightwith Shaky Phil.
Chan took it and placed it in the hand of P.
Searching amonghis keys, he unlocked the one at the left. The editor was backing his
car, and withamazing speed he swung it round.
Are you familiar with New York gamblersand their
ways, Sheriff?
They were off down the road, thethrottle wide open.
Not while you and the roadster are on the job.
The professor and Thorn resumed their placid
reading,one on each side of the lamp.
We telephonedthe constable from a ranch down the
road, and he told us you were here. Butif you were afraid of Delaney, he was a lot
more afraid of you. Theresa brand new lock on that jail door, and we have a yearning
to see whatsinside. How better to establish fact Madden is at desert ranch thanto
blaze same forth in newspapers.
He recognized me the other day in the
yard.
Monday morning the professor left, and Shaky Phil
was myjailer after that. Takehandkerchief and bind up wounded hand of chief. Moment
of gentle embarrassment for me, he remarked.
He gave it a sharp twist, and theweapon fell to the
floor.
I have carried it to outsidelimit of present
endurance.
We can swear ina deputy or two in Eldorado.
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