y note a pair of eyes, very
small and alert, twinkling above a large expanse of cheek.
He was lifting a wine-glass from the table at the moment when I
appeared, and it trembled now in his right hand. I heard a spilt drop
or two fall on the carpet, and this was all the evidence he showed of
discomposure.
Setting the glass back, he felt in his breast-pocket for a
handkerchief, failed to find one, and rubbed his hands together to get
the liquor off his fingers.
"You startled me," he said, in a matter-of-fact tone, turning his eyes
upon me, as he lifted his glass again, and emptied it. "How did you
find your way in?"
"By the front door," said I, wondering at his unconcern.
He nodded his head slowly.
"Ah! yes; I forgot to lock it. You came to steal, I suppose?"
"I came because I lost my way. I've been travelling this God-forsaken
moor since dusk--"
"With your boots in your hand," he put in quietly.
"I took them off out of respect to the yellow dog you keep."
"He lies in a very natural attitude--eh?"
"You don't tell me he was _stuffed_!"
The old man's eyes beamed a contemptuous pity.
"You are indifferently sharp, my dear sir, for a housebreaker. Come
in. Set down those convicting boots, and don't drip pools of water
in the very doorway, of all places. If I must entertain a burglar, I
prefer him tidy."
He walked to the fire, picked up a poker, and knocked the coals into
a blaze. This done, he turned round on me with the poker still in his
hand. The serenest gravity sat on his large, pale features.
"Why have I done this?" he asked.
"I suppose to get possession of the poker."
"Quite right. May I inquire your next move?"
"Why," said I, feeling in my tail pocket, "I carry a pistol."
"Which I suppose to be damp?"
"By no means. I carry it, as you see, in an oil-cloth case."
He stopped, and laid the poker carefully in the fender.
"That is a stronger card than I possess. I might urge that by pulling
the trigger you would certainly alarm the house a
Notka biograficzna
Robert Laurence Bob Barr, Jr.[5] (born November 5, 1948) is the Libertarian Party nominee for President of the United States in the 2008 election.[6] He is a former federal prosecutor and a former member of the United States House of Representatives.[7] He represented Georgias 7th congressional district as a Republican from 1995 to 2003.[7][8]
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Jack London (12 January 1876 22 November 1916)[1][2][3][4] was an American author who wrote The Call of the Wild and other books. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first Americans to make a lucrative career exclusively from writing.[5]