The Secret of Frontellac by Frank Kimball Scribner (9781150791383)
Frank Kimball Scribner Release Date: 24 December 2009 Format: Paperback Pages: 184 Publisher: General Books ISBN: 9781150791383 ISBN-10: 1150791381
General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1912 Original Publisher: Small, Maynard and Company Description: Verso of t.p.: The Jamaica Printing Company, Boston, U.S.A. Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III. Two Tickets For Velo A much bedecked official informed us next day that the train leaving at two o'clock was an express, which rushed past Velo at the rate of forty miles an hour; there had been a change in the time-table of which M. Tiers was ignorant. But thirty minutes later a local left the Gare du Nord of which we might avail ourselves. There was a little crowd around the ticket window and, leaving Vane to guard the baggage, I fell in line and moved slowly toward the opening. As those ahead passed over their fare the agent returned the tickets in silence and turned his attention to the next comer; but when my turn arrived, and, laying a twenty franc piece on the shelf, I uttered the trite request: "II me faut deux premier classe pour Velo," the man behind the grating raised his eyes quickly. "Velo -- vraiment you desire two tickets for Velo, monsieur?" he asked. "For which in half an hour there is a local, I believe," I answered impatiently, for I did not fancy the way he regarded me. He took up the coin, balanced it on his palm, and with unnecessary deliberation made the change and pushed it with the tickets toward me. Others were waiting so I dropped both into my pocket and moved away from the wicket. As I did so, a man who had been idling near the window pushed past me, exchanged a word with the agent, and then sauntered in my wake across the room to where Vane was standing. As I stopped beside him the man passed slowly, casting a rapid glance at our face...