Unsolicited Writings

Turning to rain,Holt announced, looking up at the sky. Only yesterday, when wewere
having long day together, he spoke indiscreetly to me. He got out his flash-light
and, to his surprise, found itstill working. Hes got a fine start on us, too, he
said. Small polar expedition of my own, Chan replied. You bet Ill be ready, young
Beaton cried.
Charlie yawned, sat up and was about to step to the window for a look athis beloved
Honolulu. Your son hastold you all concerning last night, I presume? Say, what was
in that big envelope youjust sent the drug-store cowboy flivvering off with?
The sheriff returned to the back door and fiercely rattled the knob. Hello, Sing, he
remarked, you see that before, maybe?
Too much woik this house, he said,lapsing into English.
Ill say weve got some one we can put on that train, he chortled.
And this, I believe,is the fitting day for it.
Wouldnt care to be traveling out thereto-night, he added.
Fine, answered Holt, looking at his watch. There were, indeed, new footprints in the
snow at the back.
Charlie bared one arm to the elbow, and plunged itdeep into the crevice. I have no
information, Romano answered suavely.
Dont begin toidealize the woman, just because shes dead.
He went to the window opened it and threw back the blinds.
He leaped briskly to his feet, and led the way to the room above. After a struggle,
however, they got it open, and hastened around tothe back of the house. An
expression of vast surprise crossed Romanos face. Did it chance that she mentioned
to you the name of this person?
After a struggle, however, they got it open, and hastened around tothe back of the
house.
None save that of Doctor Swans unexpected passing, about which you haveno doubt
heard. A charming lady, Miss Beaton, Chan suggested. Might he not have stepped into
water and run along shore for somedistance?