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The Gold Bat

Chapter 7 With The Compliments Of The League

Word Count: 1677    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

r went an

e that of an American saloon, after a visit fromMrs Carrie Nation (with hatchet). As in the case of Mill's study, theonly thing that did not seem to have suffer

of the faces were unrecognisable. He picked up anothertreasure, last year's first eleven. Smashed glass again. Faces cutabout with knife as before. His collection of snapshots was torn into athousand fragments, though, as

were lying by themselves near the door. _TheRogues' March_ lay just beyond them, and the look

g. The string was stillthere, as good as new, but of the eggs nothing was to be seen, save afine parti-coloured pow

ns for some time, when he looked upt

?"Trevor made a few hasty comments on th

've got too many things on the floor, and too few anywhereelse? And I should mo

ind the chap who did

roceeded to pick up variousmisplaced

"I don't want people to see this. It mustn't getabout. I'm not going to have my study turned into a sort of side-show,like Mill's. You go and change. I shan't be long.""I will never desert Mr Micawber," said Clowes. "Friend, my place is byyour side. Shut the door and let's get to work."Ten minutes later the room had resumed a more or less--thoughprincipally less--normal appea

o Clowes' study, where

tedthe best one--with a sigh of enjoyment. Running and passing, foll

don't want it.""Thanks. If this sort of things goes on, I shall get quite a nicecollection of these cards. Start an album some day.""You know," said Trevor, "thi

-Brown. He can't have done this, that's certain, because he wasout in the fields the whole time. Though I don't see who else couldhave anything to gain by Barry not getting his colours.""There's no reason to suspect him at all, as far as I can see. I don'tknow much about him, bar the fact that he can't play footer for nuts,but I've never heard anything against him. H

llTrevor that he had not yet succeeded in finding the lost bat. He foundTrevor a

tnoticing things. Trevor looked annoyed. Clowes asked the visitor if

graphs, Trevor?" persisted

to conceal anything fro

ather wobbly--and I will tellye the story.""

ted that tombs

"O'Hara nearly fell off his chair with surprise. That somephilanthropist should rag Mill's stu

In the first eleven! Th

ho--?" h

ow," said Trevor, shortly. He di

u been at Wrykyn, O

on. His fingers twiddled in the

at last, leaning back e

?""Remember the League? Rather.""Wel

viving it meself. An' so has Moriarty. If it's anything like the OldL

tobe kept quiet. Keep it dark about my study having been ragged.""I won't tell a soul.""Not even Moriarty.""Oh, hang it, man," put in Clowes, "you don't want to kill the poorbhoy,

why. They are.""I see," said O'Hara. "Oh," he added, "about that bat. The search isb

said O'Hara, pulling o

in turn, and from the fifth

that,"

SirEustace Briggs which stands in the New Recreation Grounds. Our readerswill recollect that the statue was erected to commemorate the return ofSir Eustace as member for the borough of Wrykyn, by an overwhelmingmajority, at the last election

spite as the motive for the outrage. In view ofthe forth-coming election, such an act is hig

y several clues.""Clues!" said Clowes, handing back the paper, "that means _thebat_. That gas about 'our opponents' is all a blind to put you offyour guard. You

were you, I should escape whileI could.

nIs extraditionA

chaps coming o

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