Nonsense NovelsDodd, Mead, 1927 - 229 pages |
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Page 71 - Listen, Ronald, I give one month. For that time you remain here. If at the end of it you refuse me, I cut you off with a shilling." Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.
Page 19 - These clues must be followed up," then pausing, while his quick brain analysed and summed up the evidence before him — "a young man," he muttered, "evidently young since described as a 'pup,' with a long, wet snout (ha! addicted obviously to drinking), a streak of white hair across his back ( a first sign of the results of his abandoned life) — yes, yes," he continued, "with this clue I shall find him easily." The Great Detective rose. He wrapped himself in a long black cloak with white whiskers...
Page 21 - The portrait was that of a Dachshund. The long body, the broad ears, the undipped tail, the short hind legs — all was there. In the fraction of a second the lightning mind of the Great Detective had penetrated the whole mystery. THE PRINCE WAS A DOG! ! ! ! Hastily throwing a domino over his housemaid's dress, he rushed to the street. He summoned a passing hansom, and in a few moments was at his house. "I have it," he gasped to his secretary, "the mystery is solved.
Page 81 - Beastly," Ronald had answered. "Beastly!!" The word rang in Gertrude's ears all day. After that they were constantly together. They played tennis and ping-pong in the day, and in the evening, in accordance with the stiff routine of the place, they sat down with the Earl and Countess to twenty-five-cent poker, and later still they sat together on the verandah and watched the moon sweeping in great circles around the horizon. It was not long before Gertrude realized that Lord Ronald felt towards her...
Page 79 - As deputy-paymaster of the militia of the county he had seen something of the sterner side of military life, while his hereditary office of Groom of the Sunday Breeches had brought him into direct contact with Royalty itself. His passion for outdoor sports endeared him to his tenants. A keen sportsman, he excelled in fox-hunting, doghunting, pig-killing, bat-catching and the pastimes of his class. In this latter respect Lord Ronald took after his father. From the start the lad had shown the greatest...
Page 73 - He rose, walked to the sideboard, drained a dipper full of gin and bitters, and became again a high-bred English gentleman. It was at this moment that a high dogcart, driven by a groom in the livery of Earl Nosh, might have been seen entering the avenue of Nosham Taws. Beside him sat a young girl, scarce more than a child, in fact not nearly so big as the groom. The apple-pie hat which she wore, surmounted with black willow plumes, concealed from view a face so face-like in its appearance as to be...
Page 13 - The Prince had been kidnapped out of Paris at the very time when his appearance at the International Exposition would have been a political event of the first magnitude. With the Great Detective to think was to act, and to act was to think. Frequently he could do both together. "Wire to Paris for a description of the Prince." The secretary bowed and left. At the same moment there was slight scratching at the door. A visitor entered. He crawled stealthily on his hands and knees. A hearthrug thrown...
Page 25 - Quel beau chien!" cried the French people. "Ach! was ein Dog!" cried the Spanish. The Great Detective took the first prize. The fortune of the Countess was saved. Unfortunately, as the Great Detective had neglected to pay the dog tax, he was caught and destroyed by the dog-catchers. But that is, of course, quite outside of the present narrative, and is only mentioned as an odd fact of conclusion.
Page 14 - How do you know?" he said. The Great Detective smiled his inscrutable smile. "Yes," said the Prime Minister. "I will use no concealment. I am interested, deeply interested. Find the Prince of Wurttemberg, get him safe back to Paris and I will add £500 to the reward already offered. But listen," he said impressively as he left the room, "see to it that no attempt is made to alter the marking of the prince, or to clip his tail.
Page 22 - Great Heaven!" The Countess of Dashleigh dashed into the room. Her face was wild. Her tiara was in disorder. Her pearls were dripping all over the place. She wrung her hands and moaned. "They have cut his tail," she gasped, "and taken all the hair off his back. What can I do? I am undone!" "Madame," said the Great Detective, calm as bronze, "do yourself up. I can save you yet.