That is why he stood before David and vainly tried to light his pipe.
"Why, you are perfectly dry," exclaimed Christine, touching his coat
sleeve.
"Have you been here all the time?" demanded David indignantly.
"What do you call all the time? I was here before you came, if that'll
help you any. But," he hastened to say, "I reckon I went away before
you dropped in. Now don't ask questions. If you axes no questions I'll
tell you no lies."
With the next flash of lightning he cast a furtive glance in the
direction of the show window to their left. The heavy shutter was
still open and banging noisily against the casing. A particularly
brilliant flash a few moments later revealed to this sharp-eyed young
man a huddled, black thing with a ghastly patch of white that he knew
to be a face, in the doorway opposite.
"Where have you been for the past ten days, Dick? We've missed you.
I've asked your brother time and again--"
"Do you no good to ask Ernie, Jack," said the pickpocket grimly. "He
ain't his brother's keeper, remember that. I've been taking my
vacation, that's all. My work was likely to become too confining, so I
took a notion for a change of air.
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