Oh, Solomon and I are great friends!" he added with a laugh, as he suddenly appeared to remember the object of his visit and commenced a search through his pockets.
I sat up in bed and watched him impatiently.

It was evident that he had some news, and equally evident that he was going to be as leisurely as possible about imparting it.
"This is a pretty country," he remarked as he finished with his coat pockets and commenced on the waistcoat.

"It would be almost worth living in if many little affairs like this occurred to keep things going." "Really, Terry," I said, "when you refer to my uncle's murder as a 'little affair' I think you're going too far!" "Oh, I beg your pardon," he returned good-naturedly, "I guess I am incorrigible.

I didn't know Colonel Gaylord personally, you see, and I'm so used to murders that I've come to think it's the only natural way of dying.

Anyhow," he added, as he finally produced a yellow envelope, "I've got something here that will interest you.