“I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. 59 He was not present during the night the next morning, or the next, or the next. There was the motor accident, too. Come. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. ’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. “Do you see what I was talking about, Strings?” No one is going to want to hear a note from you until you have tone like. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. He has escaped. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers.
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