. The Saturday evening post. t Annette wasaccustomed to trust her friends. Carryingthe plain black purse in her hand she pres-ently wandered to a seat on a plush benchthree marble tables from where her bull-necked suspects sat and drank. And presently there entered the pro-fessor. Annette had never seen him atwork before, and she stared did most of the other occupants of theplace. The professors silk hat seemed hungon a peg driven into the side of his head,such was the extreme cock of it. His enor-mous frock coat was open; a thumb wasstuck in the armhole of his waistcoat; hissmi
. The Saturday evening post. t Annette wasaccustomed to trust her friends. Carryingthe plain black purse in her hand she pres-ently wandered to a seat on a plush benchthree marble tables from where her bull-necked suspects sat and drank. And presently there entered the pro-fessor. Annette had never seen him atwork before, and she stared did most of the other occupants of theplace. The professors silk hat seemed hungon a peg driven into the side of his head,such was the extreme cock of it. His enor-mous frock coat was open; a thumb wasstuck in the armhole of his waistcoat; hissmile, the swagger of his gait—the whole ofhim was as strident as a brass band. Aha! he remarked with terrific jovial-ity apropos of nothing whatever. Two quiet card players were in his path;he towered over their table. Folk cranedto see what he was at. He picked up acard. .The ace of hearts, he said in his tre-mendous showmans voice, holding it upfor all to see. Who will swear to it?With his other hand he stroked the face of. your Ford misfires — if it lackspower — if it is hard to start—it all 4 cylinders hit in perfectbecause correct in design and flaw-construction. ftedSiorlinier
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