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McAllister and His Double

McAllister and His Double

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McALLISTER
AND HIS DOUBLE

BY
ARTHUR TRAIN

ILLUSTRATED

CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
NEW YORK:::::::::::::::::1905

Copyright, 1905, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

Published, September, 1905

TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK


CONTENTS

  PAGE
McAllister's Christmas 1
The Baron de Ville 53
The Escape of Wilkins 77
The Governor-General's Trunk 113
The Golden Touch 141
McAllister's Data of Ethics 177
McAllister's Marriage 205
The Jailbird 233
In the Course of Justice 255
The Maximilian Diamond 283
Extradition 311

ILLUSTRATIONS

McAllister whispered sharply in his ear Frontispiece
  FACING PAGE
"What do you know about it? I tell you it's all rot!" 6
"Throw up your hands!" 10
"Do you know who you've caught?" 16
"Merry Christmas, Fatty!" 24
"I think you've got Raffles whipped to a standstill." 64
"You think you're a sure winner. But I know you. I know your face." 88
"Wot do you want?" drawled the fat man, blinking at the lantern 102
"Who in thunder are you?" 110
Deftly tied the two ends of string around it 130
"Hands up, or I'll shoot!" yelled the detective, as a fat, wild-eyed individual sprung from within 136
He hesitated a moment as if giving the matter the consideration it deserved 324

McAllister's Christmas

I

McAllister was out of sorts. All the afternoon he had sat in the club window and watched the Christmas shoppers hurrying by with their bundles. He thanked God he had no brats to buy moo-cows and bow-wows for. The very nonchalance of these victims of a fate that had given them families irritated him. McAllister was a clubman, pure and simple; that is to say though neither simple nor pure, he was a clubman and nothing more. He had occupied the same seat by the same window during the greater part of his earthly existence, and they were the same seat and window that his father had filled before him. His select and exclusive circle called him "Chubby," and his five-and-forty years of terrapin and cocktails had given him a graceful rotundity of person that did not belie the name. They had also endowed him with a cheerful though somewhat florid countenance, and a permanent sense of well-being.

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