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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes index 6833f05..d7b82bc 100644 --- a/.gitattributes +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -1,3 +1,4 @@ -* text=auto -*.txt text -*.md text +*.txt text eol=lf +*.htm text eol=lf +*.html text eol=lf +*.md text eol=lf diff --git a/76339-0.txt b/76339-0.txt index 6b8a9db..ea51d90 100644 --- a/76339-0.txt +++ b/76339-0.txt @@ -1517,7 +1517,7 @@ on my beat.—Answer the Inspector, Jessie....” “Well, I—I don’t know, sir,” stammered the boy, shuffling his feet. “The only drinks we’re allowed to sell during the intermissions is -orangeade. We got a contract with the——”—he mentioned the name of a +orangeade. We got a contract with the ——”—he mentioned the name of a well-known manufacturer of the concoction—“people and they give us a big discount if we sell their stuff and nobody else’s. So—” @@ -2515,7 +2515,9 @@ asked. “Sure did, Chief,” said the detective. “That,” explained Queen gently, to the gangster, “was when you were -sent up for a year. Remember, Parson?” Still silence. +sent up for a year. Remember, Parson?” + +Still silence. “And Johnson,” continued the Inspector, leaning back in his chair, “refresh my memory. Who was the lawyer defending our friend here?” @@ -2588,7 +2590,7 @@ He took the head-piece from the gangster’s reluctant hand and examined it. He pulled down the leather band inside, eyed it critically and finally handed it back. -“We forgot something. Parson,” he said. “Officer, suppose you frisk Mr. +“We forgot something, Parson,” he said. “Officer, suppose you frisk Mr. Cazzanelli’s person, eh?” The Parson submitted to the search with an ill grace, but he was @@ -3883,7 +3885,7 @@ pointed to a notation on the fly-leaf. “Browne Bros., gentlemen—no less.” “That’s right; and I’ll have Velie down there in the morning to check up,” said the Inspector. “You must have realized that Field’s clothing is of exceptional quality. That evening-suit cost three -hundred dollars, if it cost a penny. And Browne Bros, are the artists +hundred dollars, if it cost a penny. And Browne Bros. are the artists to charge such fashionable prices. But there’s another point in this connection: every stitch of clothing on the dead man’s body had the same manufacturer’s mark. That’s not uncommon with wealthy men; and @@ -4816,9 +4818,8 @@ evenings, so I can’t say who came after I left. But—” “Yes?” -“There was a lady, sir....” Michaels hesitated primly. - -“I dislike mentioning names under the circumstances—” +“There was a lady, sir....” Michaels hesitated primly. “I dislike +mentioning names under the circumstances—” “Her name?” said Queen wearily. @@ -5226,9 +5227,8 @@ A look of consternation spread over Velie’s face. “Why—why, Inspector,” he said ruefully, “I guess I slipped up there. I never even thought of asking, and you hadn’t told me last night—” -“Heck! We’re none of us perfect,” growled Queen. - -“Get that clerk on the wire for me, Thomas.” +“Heck! We’re none of us perfect,” growled Queen. “Get that clerk on the +wire for me, Thomas.” Velie picked up one of the telephones on the desk and a few moments later handed the instrument to his superior. @@ -6012,7 +6012,7 @@ genius who could get past his guard and put him away is a really slick article, too. He couldn’t be anything else. Incidentally, we’re not half-way through with the files and maybe what we’ve looked over isn’t as unpromising as I made it sound. There’s plenty here to -suggest shady work on Field’s part—it s just that there’s no direct +suggest shady work on Field’s part—it’s just that there’s no direct incriminating evidence. We’re hoping that we find something as we go on.” @@ -6324,10 +6324,9 @@ The Inspector cleared his throat once more. “Which alley was it, Miss Frances—the one on the left or the one on the right?” he asked. -“The one on the left, Inspector,” she answered promptly. - -“You know I was sitting in M8 Left, and I suppose it was natural -for me to go to the alley on that side.” +“The one on the left, Inspector,” she answered promptly. “You know I +was sitting in M8 Left, and I suppose it was natural for me to go to +the alley on that side.” “Quite so,” said Queen, smiling. “Go on, please.” @@ -7609,7 +7608,7 @@ moment to inform Mr. Panzer of to-night’s opening? You remember we decided while he was gone that the theatre might be thrown open to the public this evening and a regular performance given....” -“How could T have forgotten—!” said the Inspector without +“How could I have forgotten—!” said the Inspector without blinking, although this was the first time he had heard about the mythical decision. “I think we’re about ready, Panzer, to lift the ban on the Roman. We find that we can do nothing further here, so there is @@ -7943,7 +7942,7 @@ muttering to himself. can we do for you to-day?” She stared at him. “Why—why, I thought you wanted to see me....” Her -lips tightened. “Cut the comedy. Inspector!” she said shortly. “I’m not +lips tightened. “Cut the comedy, Inspector!” she said shortly. “I’m not paying any social calls on my own hook to this place and you know it. What did you pinch me for?” @@ -10578,7 +10577,7 @@ good friend, Mr. Tetra Ethyl Lead!” Inspector Queen sat at the writing-desk in his living-room scribbling -industriously on a long narrow sheet of note-paper headed the queens. +industriously on a long narrow sheet of note-paper headed THE QUEENS. It was Wednesday morning—a fair Wednesday morning, with the sun streaming into the room through the dormer windows and the cheerful @@ -10827,7 +10826,7 @@ Ellery had reached this point in his reasoning he took Mrs. Phillips backstage and checked up on every tophat in the actors’ rooms and the wardrobe room. Every tophat there—and all were accounted for, none being missing—was a property tophat bearing on its lining the Le Brun -insignia. Field’s hat, which we had proved to be a Browne Bros, topper, +insignia. Field’s hat, which we had proved to be a Browne Bros. topper, was not among the property tophats or anywhere backstage. “Since no one left the theatre Monday night with more than one tophat, diff --git a/76339-h/76339-h.htm b/76339-h/76339-h.htm index 3e89923..4425cc6 100644 --- a/76339-h/76339-h.htm +++ b/76339-h/76339-h.htm @@ -1720,7 +1720,7 @@ on my beat.—Answer the Inspector, Jessie....”</p> <p>“Well, I—I don’t know, sir,” stammered the boy, shuffling his feet. “The only drinks we’re allowed to sell during the intermissions is -orangeade. We got a contract with the——”—he mentioned the name of a +orangeade. We got a contract with the ——”—he mentioned the name of a well-known manufacturer of the concoction—“people and they give us a big discount if we sell their stuff and nobody else’s. So—”</p> @@ -2720,7 +2720,9 @@ asked.</p> <p>“Sure did, Chief,” said the detective.</p> <p>“That,” explained Queen gently, to the gangster, “was when you were -sent up for a year. Remember, Parson?” Still silence.</p> +sent up for a year. Remember, Parson?”</p> + +<p>Still silence.</p> <p>“And Johnson,” continued the Inspector, leaning back in his chair, “refresh my memory. Who was the lawyer defending our friend here?”</p> @@ -2793,7 +2795,7 @@ cheap black fedora, matching the sombre suit which the man was wearing. it. He pulled down the leather band inside, eyed it critically and finally handed it back.</p> -<p>“We forgot something. Parson,” he said. “Officer, suppose you frisk Mr. +<p>“We forgot something, Parson,” he said. “Officer, suppose you frisk Mr. Cazzanelli’s person, eh?”</p> <p>The Parson submitted to the search with an ill grace, but he was @@ -4092,7 +4094,7 @@ pointed to a notation on the fly-leaf. “Browne Bros., gentlemen—no less.”< <p>“That’s right; and I’ll have Velie down there in the morning to check up,” said the Inspector. “You must have realized that Field’s clothing is of exceptional quality. That evening-suit cost three -hundred dollars, if it cost a penny. And Browne Bros, are the artists +hundred dollars, if it cost a penny. And Browne Bros. are the artists to charge such fashionable prices. But there’s another point in this connection: every stitch of clothing on the dead man’s body had the same manufacturer’s mark. That’s not uncommon with wealthy men; and @@ -5029,9 +5031,8 @@ evenings, so I can’t say who came after I left. But—”</p> <p>“Yes?”</p> -<p>“There was a lady, sir....” Michaels hesitated primly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127" role="doc-pagebreak">127</span>“I dislike mentioning names under the circumstances—”</p> +<p>“There was a lady, sir....” Michaels hesitated primly. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127" role="doc-pagebreak">127</span>“I dislike mentioning names under the circumstances—”</p> <p>“Her name?” said Queen wearily.</p> @@ -5442,9 +5443,7 @@ walking-sticks at Browne’s?”</p> he said ruefully, “I guess I slipped up there. I never even thought of asking, and you hadn’t told me last night—”</p> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138" role="doc-pagebreak">138</span>“Heck! We’re none of us perfect,” growled Queen.</p> - -<p>“Get that clerk on the wire for me, Thomas.”</p> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138" role="doc-pagebreak">138</span>“Heck! We’re none of us perfect,” growled Queen. “Get that clerk on the wire for me, Thomas.”</p> <p>Velie picked up one of the telephones on the desk and a few moments later handed the instrument to his superior.</p> @@ -6230,7 +6229,7 @@ genius who could get past his guard and put him away is a really slick article, too. He couldn’t be anything else. Incidentally, we’re not half-way through with the files and maybe what we’ve looked <span class="pagenum" id="Page_160" role="doc-pagebreak">160</span>over isn’t as unpromising as I made it sound. There’s plenty here to -suggest shady work on Field’s part—it s just that there’s no direct +suggest shady work on Field’s part—it’s just that there’s no direct incriminating evidence. We’re hoping that we find something as we go on.”</p> @@ -6542,10 +6541,8 @@ him; Eve Ellis’s hand had stolen forward to clasp Frances’ firmly.</p> <p>“Which alley was it, Miss Frances—the one on the left or the one on the right?” he asked.</p> -<p>“The one on the left, Inspector,” she answered promptly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169" role="doc-pagebreak">169</span>“You know I was sitting in M8 Left, and I suppose it was natural -for me to go to the alley on that side.”</p> +<p>“The one on the left, Inspector,” she answered promptly. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169" role="doc-pagebreak">169</span>“You know I was sitting in M8 Left, and I suppose it was natural for me to go to the alley on that side.”</p> <p>“Quite so,” said Queen, smiling. “Go on, please.”</p> @@ -7835,7 +7832,7 @@ moment to inform Mr. Panzer of to-night’s opening? You remember we decided while he was gone that the theatre might be thrown open to the public this evening and a regular performance given....”</p> -<p>“How could T have forgotten—!” said the Inspector <span class="pagenum" id="Page_208" role="doc-pagebreak">208</span>without +<p>“How could I have forgotten—!” said the Inspector <span class="pagenum" id="Page_208" role="doc-pagebreak">208</span>without blinking, although this was the first time he had heard about the mythical decision. “I think we’re about ready, Panzer, to lift the ban on the Roman. We find that we can do nothing further here, so there is @@ -8172,7 +8169,7 @@ muttering to himself.</p> can we do for you to-day?”</p> <p>She stared at him. “Why—why, I thought you wanted to see me....” Her -lips tightened. “Cut the comedy. Inspector!” she said shortly. “I’m not +lips tightened. “Cut the comedy, Inspector!” she said shortly. “I’m not paying any social calls on my own hook to this place and you know it. What did you pinch me for?”</p> @@ -10836,7 +10833,7 @@ good friend, Mr. Tetra Ethyl Lead!”</p> </div> <p><span class="smcap">Inspector Queen</span> sat at the writing-desk in his living-room scribbling -industriously on a long narrow sheet of note-paper headed the queens.</p> +industriously on a long narrow sheet of note-paper headed THE QUEENS.</p> <p>It was Wednesday morning—a fair Wednesday morning, with the sun streaming into the room through the dormer windows and the cheerful @@ -11082,7 +11079,7 @@ Ellery had reached this point in his reasoning he took Mrs. Phillips backstage and checked up on every tophat in the actors’ rooms and the wardrobe room. Every tophat there—and all were accounted for, none being missing—was a property tophat bearing on its lining the Le Brun -insignia. Field’s hat, which we had proved to be a Browne Bros, topper, +insignia. Field’s hat, which we had proved to be a Browne Bros. topper, was not among the property tophats or anywhere backstage.</p> <p>“Since no one left the theatre Monday night with more than one tophat, diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index 6312041..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. @@ -7,5 +7,5 @@ the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. 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