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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

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The Late Mrs. Null

The Late Mrs. Null

Stockton, Frank Richard

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ISBN10: 1153708574
ISBN13: 9781153708579
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 184
Weight: 0.61
Height: 0.42 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Excerpt: ...not Mrs Keswick appeared suddenly on the porch. It was quite evident to her, from the aspect of the two men, that something was wrong, and she called out: Who's that? That, madam, said Lawrence, stepping a little back, is a very impertinent man who has no business here, and whom I've ordered off the place, and, as he has refused to go, I propose- Stop! cried the old lady. And turning, she rushed into the house. Before either of the men could recover from their surprise at her sudden action, she reappeared upon the porch, carrying a double-barreled gun. Taking her position on the top of the flight of steps, with a quick movement of her thumb she cocked both barrels. Then, drawing herself up and resting firmly on her right leg, with the left advanced, she raised the gun; her right elbow well against her side, and with her extended left arm as steady as one of the beams of the roof above her. She hooked her forefinger around one of the triggers, her eagle eye glanced along the barrels straight at the head of the anti-detective, and, in a clarion voice she sang out Go! The man stared at her. He saw the open muzzles of the gun barrels; beyond them, he saw the bright tops of the two percussion caps; and still beyond them, he saw the bright and determined eye that was taking sight along the barrels. All this he took in at a glance, and, without word or comment, he made a quick dodge of his head, jumped to one side, made a dash for his horse, and, untying the bridle with a jerk, he mounted and galloped out of the open gate, turning as he did so to find himself still covered by the muzzles of that gun. When he had nearly reached the outer gate and felt himself out of range, he turned in his saddle, and looking back at Lawrence, who was still standing where he had left him, he violently shook his fist in the air. Which means, said Lawrence to himself, that he intends to make trouble with Keswick. That settled him, said the old lady, with a...

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