Capitolo 24
I paragraph that had appeared in the whole important morning in New York
papers of the day before.
Reward-$1,000 reward for information
as to slayer of Bulldog "Striped Rags"
killed in the office of Malcolm Dorr, Stengel
Building, Union Places, March 29.
"That is too much money for a dog", Jones Medio and definite.
"Particularly one who doesn't have record of bench. Me as soon as I will have a
you throw a look in the thing."
Slipping on his/her coat he actively walked for the avenue, and crossing
above to Union it Places, digitò the old dark building that is the
you sole survival of the days when the piece of ground of ground of Stengel foresaw upward the forehand
trend of business toward fourteenth Road. Advancing from the
elevator to the seventh floor, he made a break under this signal:
MALCOLM DORR
CHEMICAL ANALYTICAL AND ADVISOR
Times 10 to 4
Entering, Jones Medio found a young fat with blue eyes and myths,,
sitting to a desk.
"The Mr. Dorr?" he asked.
"Yes", the young fat responded, nervously "but if you are a
reporter, I owe--"
"I am not, suspended the other. "I am an expert on to advertise,
and I want that the reward of thousand dollars."
The chemist pushed again his/her chair and rubbed his/her forehead.
"Does he/she want to say you it has--you/he/she has discovered anything?"
"Not yet. But I intend."
Dorr stared at him/it in silence.
"He likes dogs, the Mr. Dorr?"
"Eh? Oh, yes. Yes, certainly", mechanically says the other.
It mediates Jones it shot a sudden look of surprise to him, then it looked
dreamily to his/her his/her own finger-fingernails.
"I can sympathize with you. I exhibit from the some years. His/her
was dog perhaps a green ribboner?"
"Er--oh--yes; I believe this way."
"Ah! Very of mine has been. Particularly one taken medal,
after medal; a beautiful bright brown bulldog, with ears of silk and long,
and the slender one splay-out legs that are so extremely appreciated but this way
seen today rarely. Its tail also, had the really Willoughby