Raspberry Jam by Carolyn Wells
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for his papers, picked up the one he had laid on Eunice's lap and
made off. "Never mind, Auntie," she said, "we'll get another. It's too provoking--but I haven't a cent, and I don't blame the boy. Now, find your purse--or, never mind; here comes Alvord." "Just fell over Mortimer!" called out Hendricks as the two men came to the side of the car. "I made him come and speak to you ladies, though I believe its holding up the whole performance. Let me present the god in the machine!" "Not that," said Mr. Mortimer, smiling; "only a small mechanical part of to-day's doings. I've a few minutes to spare, though but a few. How do you do, Miss Ames? Glad to see you again. And Mrs, Embury; this brings back childhood days!" "Tell me about Hanlon," begged Miss Ames. "Is he on the square?" "So far as I know, and I know all there is to know, I think. I was present at a preliminary test this morning, and I'll tell you what he did." Mortimer looked at his watch and proceeded quickly. "In at the Free Press office one of the men took a piece of chalk and drew a line from where we were to a distant room of the building. The line went up and down stairs, in and out of various rooms, over chairs and under desks, and finally wound up in a small closet in the city editor's office. Well --and I must jump away now--that wizard, Hanlon, being securely blindfolded--I did it myself--followed that line, almost without deviation, from start to finish. Through a building he had never |
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