The Club of Queer Trades by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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Rupert raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a moment, but said
nothing. When next he spoke he asked: "Was there anything in the pockets of the coat?" "There was sevenpence halfpenny in coppers and a threepenny-bit," said the Major carefully; "there was a cigarette-holder, a piece of string, and this letter," and he laid it on the table. It ran as follows: Dear Mr Plover, I am annoyed to hear that some delay has occurred in the arrangements re Major Brown. Please see that he is attacked as per arrangement tomorrow The coal-cellar, of course. Yours faithfully, P. G. Northover. Rupert Grant was leaning forward listening with hawk-like eyes. He cut in: "Is it dated from anywhere?" "No--oh, yes!" replied Brown, glancing upon the paper; "14 Tanner's Court, North--" Rupert sprang up and struck his hands together. "Then why are we hanging here? Let's get along. Basil, lend me your revolver." |
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