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From: | Eddie Powell |
Subject: | [bug-serveez] brownish |
Date: | Sun, 20 Aug 2006 20:55:26 +0300 |
I shall come down in a carriage to meet you. It
isheaded, Singular Occurrence at a Fashionable Wedding:The family of Lord Robert St.
It isheaded, Singular Occurrence at a Fashionable Wedding:The family of Lord Robert
St. Colonel Lysander Stark stopped at last before a low door, whichhe
unlocked.
Simon, announced our page-boy, throwing openthe
door.
Pray give me the results of yournewspaper
selections. I think that I must turn to you Watson, for somethingmore solid. He
broke the seal and glanced over the contents. There isthe gravel-drive, and there
are the rose-bushes where I lay. Half dazed, I went into the station and asked about
the morningtrain. My guide stopped and looked abouther like one who is at her wits
end. Come, cried the inspector, laughing; its a very prettydiversity of
opinion.
What do you think of such a commission
asthat?
There was a paragraph amplifying this in one of the
societypapers of the same week.
Ihave no wish to commit you to anything without
your having it alllaid before you. Yes; I shall not feel easy until I have told my
story.
You can passthrough the door; no one hinders.
Within was a small, square room, in which the threeof us could hardly get at one
time.
Very well, said he, you shall know all about the
machine. Then my servant will call a cab, and I shall be with you in
aninstant.
Jeremiah Hayling, agedtwenty-six, a hydraulic
engineer. Absolute and complete silence before, during, and after?
I implored the colonel to letme out, but the
remorseless clanking of the levers drowned mycries. I staggered tomy feet and ran
with her along the corridor and down a windingstair.
Becher a German, verythin, with a long, sharp
nose?
WasUnder-Secretary for the colonies in a late
administration. Becher is anEnglishman, and there isnt a man in the parish who has
abetter-lined waistcoat.
I threw myself, screaming, against the door,
anddragged with my nails at the lock.
The lampstill stood upon the floor where I had
placed it when examiningthe trough. Georges, HanoverSquare, was a very quiet one, no
one being present save thefather of the bride, Mr.
Hes forty-one years of age, which is mature for
marriage. Then my servant will call a cab, and I shall be with you in
aninstant.
Yes, I saw it by the side-lights when I was
stepping into thecarriage. I have a confused memory, too, of havingbeen lifted and
conveyed somewhere.
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