This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...in her eyes. She ran over to the bureau and took from her purse a cheque for two hundred dollars with her father's name at the bottom of it. She searched further and found another. Then she took out some bills and made nearly one hundred more. Opening the door softly and finding all dark and still, she ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...in her eyes. She ran over to the bureau and took from her purse a cheque for two hundred dollars with her father's name at the bottom of it. She searched further and found another. Then she took out some bills and made nearly one hundred more. Opening the door softly and finding all dark and still, she put on her wrap again, tiptoed downstairs and let herself out of the house. For twenty minutes she walked and ran along the country road to the village, and finally came to the low stone and brick building with barred windows. There was a light in a window by the door. The girl stopped and put her hand once to her throat. Then she knocked on the door. There was no answer. She knocked louder, and finally heard a sound inside. The door opened finally and a frowsled head peered out. "Who's that?" "I want to see the constable." "Well, I'm him." "I must see you a moment!" "Who be you?" "I am Miss Bartlett, staying at Mr. James Braveur's." A pause. "Hold on a minute," and the door shut. Presently it opened again and she entered a little room off the hall where a cot bed showed unmistakable signs of having been just left. There stood the whiskered constable in grotesque deshabille. "What is it, miss?" "You have here a gen--a man you arrested at the club to-night--Mr. Stuart." "Sure." "Well--it's all a mistake. I know him very well. He's an Englishman. It's a mistake, you see. You must let him go." "But I can't do it, miss. I got orders. I got orders from Mulberry Street to take him." "But I know it's a mistake," cried the excited girl. "And I'm willing to--to bail him out." "I can't accept no bail. I...
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