H. Bedford-Jones

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H. Bedford-Jones A Discord in Avalon — Chapter XI (1914)

There was nothing weak about Hall Burlington. For all his rage, the keen-eyed detective gave back before the other's bristling dignity; accustomed to judge men, Osgood was sobered down on the instant, being placed on the defensive.
"No offense," he blurted out. "Only you're trailin' around with this fellow, and he's playing the doctor game likewise."
"I take it you're a detective?" queried Burlington. Quentin saw that his bullying instincts were fully aroused, and chuckled to himself.
"I am that," retorted Osgood bluntly. "And if you're what you say, show me.
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H. Bedford-Jones A Discord in Avalon — Chapter XI (1914)

I had a scrap with him and left him tied up."
"You seem to be making the most of your holiday," grunted Burlington, stopping.
Quentin laughed a little. Fairly breathing forth rage and vengeance, Osgood came striding down on them; his face was purple with suppressed fury, his clothes were torn and awry, and he looked anything but prepossessing. Quentin quietly reached for his pocketbook, extracting a twenty-dollar bill, and stood holding it unostentatiously as the detective raged up with fists waving.
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H. Bedford-Jones A Discord in Avalon — Chapter XI (1914)

Osgood suddenly remembered his personal property, and the effects of the twenty-dollar bill faded out. He pushed forward, facing Quentin with swift truculence.
"Say, where's my money and the stuff you took from me, hey? This thing ain't been squared up yet——"
"Oh, shut up!" broke out Quentin, and at the flame in his eyes Osgood retreated a pace. "Your stuff is at the hotel desk, waiting for you. Now get out of this, and let me settle matters with Burlington. Your injuries are wholly personal, and you'll find your money all safe and sound."
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