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The Cruise of the Jasper B.

The Cruise of the Jasper B.

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Chapter 1 A BRIGHT BLADE LEAPS FROM A RUSTY SCABBARD

Word Count: 1616    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

walking-stick in his hand. He stood the cane in a corner, changed his sober street coat for a more sober office jacket, adjusted a

ir of scissors, a paste-pot and brush, a pile of copy

ors were the most ordinary of scissors. The copy paper was quite undistinguish

t in the most matter-of-fact sort of way. Then he remarked

o, J

ooking up. "Might as well begin on

ne the same thing at the same time in t

taff had speculated about it at all he would have assumed that Cleggett spent that seventh evening

ial observer might have said that Clegge

here are of him! And how much he mis

rator approached the copy desk and handed Cle

t-person

e signature Cleggett saw that it was from

figure nearly $500,000 each. Mostly easily negotiable securities. New will made month ago whil

wa

g from him. For twenty years it had been thoroughly understood that Uncle Tom would leave his entire estate to a temperance society. Cleggett had ceased to think of Uncle Tom as a possible factor in his life. He did not doubt that Uncle Tom had changed the will t

he stepped across the floor there was a little dancing light in his eyes, there was a faint smile upon his lips, that were quite foreign to

managing editor, a pompous, tall, thin man with a drooping frosty mustache, and cold gray eyes i

he said,

a secret antipathy. The man was, in short,

on?" said Cleggett. But he did not say it with t

usually ungracious with Cleggett. His face set itself in the expression it always took when he declined to consider raising a ma

unpleasantly, frowning and stroking the frost

ggett quietly, "that I don't think much o

have thought he had run into a thorn amongst the hirsute growth and pricked a fi

suggestions to you. You treated me

ford to indulge himself three years before was now working in him with cumulative effect. Wharton, only partially reco

ned im-p-p

a word more. I had intended to conclude my remarks by telling you that my contempt for YOU, personally, is unbound

rew from an upper waistcoat pocket a card and flung it on Wha

. Bewilderment almost chas

said, "wh

friend will wait

A friend?

ed the managing editor with a touch

no difficulty in understanding these things. I have

s eyes, which were, indeed, sparkling with a most remarkable light, his jaw dropped, and he turned slightly pale.

gett, with a wave of his hand. "I

naging editor's little office

at and hat and picked up the drab-colored cane. Swinging the stick he moved towards the door into the hall. In the doorway he paused, cocked his hat a trifle, turned towards the managing editor's door, raised his hand with his pipe in it with the manner of one who points a dueling pistol, took careful aim at the second button of the managing editor's waistcoat, and clu

or come up, pause, and go down again, he went

ff-off mentally. He's a dangerous man. He's a homicidal maniac. More'n likely

elevator on the ground floor he stabbed the astonished elevator boy under the left arm with his cane as a bayone

the Grande Armee Was th

s pluck from a man the mask that has obscured his real identity for many years.

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