Celebrity, the — Volume 04 by Winston Churchill
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As he was stepping over the side, Mr. Cooke laid hold of a brass button and pressed a handful of the black cigars upon him. "My regards to the detective, old man," said he. McCann stared. "My regards to Drew," my client insisted. "Oh!" said McCann, his face lighting up, "him with the whiskers, what came from Bear Island in a cat-boat. Sure, he wasn't no detective, sir." "What was he? A police commissioner?" "Mr. Cooke," said McCann, disdainfully, as he got into his boat, "he wasn't nothing but a prospector doing the lake for one of them summer hotel companies." CHAPTER XIX When the biography of the Celebrity is written, and I have no doubt it will be some day, may his biographer kindly draw a veil over that instant in his life when he was tenderly and obsequiously raised by Mr. Cooke from the trap in the floor of the Maria's cabin. It is sometimes the case that a good fright will heal a feud. And |
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