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قراءة كتاب Wilt Thou Torchy
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[Frontispiece: "But the impudence of you, to do it right here!" she goes on.
"No one but you, Torchy, would have thought of that."]
WILT THOU TORCHY
BY
SEWELL FORD
AUTHOR OF
TORCHY, TORCHY, PRIVATE SEC, ETC.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
FRANK SNAPP AND ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1915, 1916, 1917, BY
SEWELL FORD
COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY
EDWARD J. CLODE
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | |
| I. | ON THE WAY WITH CYBIL |
| II. | TOWING CECIL TO A SMEAR |
| III. | TORCHY HANDS OUT A SPILL |
| IV. | HOW HAM PASSED THE BUCK |
| V. | WITH ELMER LEFT IN |
| VI. | A BALANCE FOR THE BOSS |
| VII. | TORCHY FOLLOWS A HUNCH |
| VIII. | BREAKING ODD WITH MYRA |
| IX. | REPORTING BLANK ON RUPERT |
| X. | WHEN AUNTIE CRASHES IN |
| XI. | A JOLT FROM OLD HICKORY |
| XII. | TORCHY HITS THE HIGH SEAS |
| XIII. | WHEN THE NAVY HORNED IN |
| XIV. | AUNTIE TAKES A NIGHT OFF |
| XV. | PASSING THE JOKE BUCK |
| XVI. | TORCHY TAKES A RUNNING JUMP |
| XVII. | A LITTLE SPEED ON THE HOME STRETCH |
ILLUSTRATIONS
"But the impudence of you, to do it right here!" she goes on. "No one but you, Torchy, would have thought of that." . . . . . . Frontispiece
"I don't think I ever saw Auntie come so near beamin' before. She seems right at home, fieldin' that line of chat. And Vee, too, is more or less under the spell.
"For a second it looked like Gladys was goin' to freeze with horror; but she just gives Valentina the once-over and indulges in a panicky little giggle."
"Then she grips me around the neck and snuggles her head down on my necktie—say, then I knew."
WILT THOU TORCHY
CHAPTER I
ON THE WAY WITH CECIL
It was a case of declarin' time out on the house. Uh-huh—a whole afternoon. What's the use bein' a private sec. in good standin' unless you can put one over on the time-clock now and then? Besides, I had a social date; and, now Mr. Robert is back on the job so steady and is gettin' so domestic in his habits, somebody's got to represent the Corrugated Trust at these function things.
The event was the openin' of the Pill Box; you know, one of these dinky little theaters where they do the capsule drama at two dollars a seat. Not that I've been givin' my theatrical taste the highbrow treatment. I'm still strong for the smokeless war play where the coisèd spy gets his'n good and hard.
But I understand this one-act stuff is the thing to see just