Notice, please, this word lost: in reality they
would be worsethan lost. She also wore high-heeled shoes and a skirt thatreached
barely to her ankles. In fact, this friend, taken at his own face value, must be
regardedas a Poor Nut.
There is no need to soften down a story for
them.
It would be cowardly to kill a woman, andeven our
grimmest writers hesitate to kill a child. Nor is the contrast in the aspect of life
alone. Did you nevernote that makers of trousers nowadays stamp their trouser
buttonswith their names.
I asked, as my friend at last folded hisbeloved
instrument into its case. The children lookclean over it, or past it, or under
it.
The womans face as Inspector Higginbottom snapped
the handcuffson her wrists was livid with fury. And he says to himself, I
wonderwhere Fuzzy is to-night, and, I wonder what Fuzzy is doing? But a really
experienced reader ought to guess at once that hecommitted the murder.
The circumstanceand setting of even Death itself
have altered.
Sir Charles Althorpe sat alone in his library at
Althorpe Chase. The building, save for the janitor, who lived inthe basement, was
empty. He has an old furcoat with the fur nearly all eaten off of it and so he is
calledFuzzy. Only of course he cant be in it becauseFatto and Stocko wont let him
come in. They immediately pour a stiff whiskey and soda into her. But in this class
of literature theword lost is used to cover up a multitude of things. It issupposed
to be too horrible for the children to read. But the boy reader never gets it this
way.
The fact that you have never heard of Blue Edward
merely showsthe world that you have lived in.
I exclaimed, more mystified than ever, wereyou ever
led to suspect it? All thatis needed is to start off with a first-class
murder.
He can be made extremely tall and extremely thin,
or evencadaverous.
Only Fuzzy made up his mind that after this he
would never, neverspeak to Helpup again. The tears of childhood fall fast and
easily, and evil be to him whomakes them flow.
The fire from both ships was now becoming
warm.
Look at it though you will, you can never read
it.
It isa criminal world indeed in which such things
as that can happen. He sitsupside down in his arm-chair forging his inexorable chain
of logic.
Apparently he doesnt, and his fate, to thecomplete
satisfaction of the reader, comes right at him. She also wore high-heeled shoes and
a skirt thatreached barely to her ankles. In short, as the key to a murder, we
mustpass her by.