Farrell--"
"I'm going to turn you both out," said Foe, getting up suddenly.
"Help yourself to another whisky-and-soda, Roddy. . . . I'm so beaten
with sleep it's odds against getting off my boots." As a fact, too,
his face was weary-white. He turned to Jimmy, however, with a ghost
of a smile. "Roddy has been talking a deal of nonsense. But if you
really care to inspect my little show, come around some morning
. . . . Let me see--to-day's Wednesday. Saturday is my slack
morning--What d'you say to breakfasting here on Saturday, nine
o'clock? and we'll walk over at half-past ten or thereabouts. I keep
a yellow dog there that will go through some tricks for you. . . .
Right? Then so long! . . . You can come along, too, Roddy, if you'll
behave yourself."
NIGHT THE FOURTH.
ADVENTURE OF THE POLICE STATION.
I opened my newspaper next morning in no little anxiety. I ought
rather to say "my newspapers": for the L.C.C. campaign was raging at
its height, and a candidate cannot afford to neglect in the morning
any nasty thing that any nasty fellow has written overnight.
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