The Mission of Poubalov — page 206: what you’re looking at

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202 A STUBBORN ANTAGONIST. fellow-workman who remembered the occurrence, and who says that shortly after Billings was seen by O’Brien, a closed carriage stopped at the Columbus Avenue en- trance to the station, near the baggage rooms, you know, and that a man left the station and got in. Of course that was the carriage Billings drove, and the man was doubtless the same who got out at the front entrance. He had simply walked through the station, mingled with the crowd, haps going so far as to buy a ticket for New York, and then had rejoined his driver. Doesn’t it seem clear?” ‘‘Tt’s a perfectly plausible explanation of the poinf, t it’s a pity O’Brien’s friend didn’t turn up with it sooner. You might have been saved your journey to New York.” ‘*‘T’m not sure about that. I am not sorry that I saw zie White, although I never felt for an instant that Iv: : had eloped.”’ z The coupé was still rattling onward at the highest s the horse could attain, but a moment after Clara had in- ished, it came toa sudden halt, and they heard a a voice saying: ‘*You know better than to drive so fast in the street! I've a great mind to take you in.’ ) Mike was protesting in characteristic fashion, inventing — something about the necessity of catching a train, when Clara opened the coupé door and stepped out. A policeman stood at the horse’s head, glaring with offended dignity at the driver. , “Tf there is any fault it is mine, officer,’’ she said sweetly; ‘please scold me, for I told him to drive as as he could,”’ “ ‘That don’t make no difference, ma’am,’’ returned the policeman, instantly mollified, but still feeling it incum- bent upon him to assert the majesty of municipal c nances; ‘‘he’s a regular, and he knew better. Taint a lowed to go so fast mae in Boston ‘less it’s on a rac track.’’ ‘*T’m very sorry,”’ said Clara. ‘Go on with you,’’ commanded the policeman ookssc