Excerpt: ...man turned slowly, exhibiting a countenance blank with astonishment. "Beg pardon?" he drawled; and then, with a dawning gleam of recognition in his eyes: "Why, good evening, Hickey! What brings you up this way?" The short, thick-set man permitted his jaw to droop and his eyes to protrude for some seconds. "Oh," he said in a tone of great disgust, "hell!" He pulled himself together with an effort. "Excuse me, Mr. Maitland," he stammered, "I wasn't lookin' for yeh." "To the contrary, I gather from your greeting ...
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Excerpt: ...man turned slowly, exhibiting a countenance blank with astonishment. "Beg pardon?" he drawled; and then, with a dawning gleam of recognition in his eyes: "Why, good evening, Hickey! What brings you up this way?" The short, thick-set man permitted his jaw to droop and his eyes to protrude for some seconds. "Oh," he said in a tone of great disgust, "hell!" He pulled himself together with an effort. "Excuse me, Mr. Maitland," he stammered, "I wasn't lookin' for yeh." "To the contrary, I gather from your greeting that you were expecting our friend, Mr. Anisty?" And the grey man smiled. Hickey smiled in sympathy, but with less evident relish of the situation's humor. "That's right," he admitted. "Got a tip from the C'miss'ner's office this evening that Anisty would be here at seven o'clock lookin' for a party named McCabe. I guess it's a bum tip, all right; but of course I got to look into it." "Most assuredly." The grey man bent and inspected the names again. "I am hunting up an old friend," he explained carelessly: "a man named Simmons-knew him in college-down on his luck-wrote me yesterday. There he is: fourth floor, east. I'll see you when I come down, I hope, Mr. Hickey." The automatic lock clicked and the door swung open; the grey man passing through and up the stairs. Hickey, ostentatiously ignoring the existence of the policeman, returned to his post of observation. At eight o'clock he was still there, looking bored. At eight-thirty he was still there, wearing a puzzled expression. At nine he called the adoring hall-boy, gave him a quarter with minute instructions, and saw him disappear into the hallway of Number 205. Three minutes later the boy was back, breathless but enthusiastic. "Missis Simmons," he explained between gasps, "says she ain't never heard of nobody named Maitland. Somebody rang her bell a while ago an' apologized for disturbin' her-said he wanted the folks on the top floor. I guess yer man went acrost the roofs: them...
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Orson Lowell. Very Good-, None. 8vo, 380, Green cloth with pictoral cover. Cover is somewhat aged in appearance. Corners and spine are slightly bumped. Owner book plate on front pastedown.
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Orson Lowell art. Very Good+ No Jacket. Book 700 shelf. Gold-stamped olive cloth, full front paste-on. Penciled name FEP, clean text. No dust jacket. Solid.