
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ...she said. WEATHER FORECAST. Storms Locally." » I said, "do you objeot to I still smoked on. How was I to get out of this? How could I prove my innocence? Suddenly a bright idea struck me. While I was thus thinking, this bewitching female had upset the cushions on her side of the carriage, had pulled her hair down, torn the front of her dress, and made a show of uproar as though a dozen murders had been committed. I smiled to myself, and thought of the future of this poor misguided individual, who in a short lime would be withinherfuturetemporary home. At last I felt we were pulling up at our destination. My lady friend put her head out of the window and veiled out, "Police! Murder!" Whereupon up came the station-master, several porters, and the usual crowd. "Good-evening sir," said the station-master. (I was well known through being a season ticket-holder for three years.) "What's the matter!" "I'll tell you what's the matter; this man has grossly insulted me, and I give him in charge." Now was my time. 1 was still sitting in my corner (although the train had stopped), waiting for her to make the charge. "Mr. Phillips (this was the station-master's name),as you carfundorstand, this is a most difficult charge to disprove. I wish you to note all I say. When I got in the train at Victoria I started smoking this cigar; if I had assaulted this woman, the ash would have bound to have fallen off. Then again, if I had put the cigar down, the result would have been the same. Now,?ou notice that the cigar is alight still; if it had gone out, and had re-lighted it, even if the ash was still on, the lighting of the cigar would have made the ash drop off. This cigar is branded, and I will hand the remainder of ...
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