(Later on, Charlie Webster was
heard to remark that "as long as these dogs had to be killed, it's
a great relief that Dick's was one of 'em, because he's got the
best pair of lungs in town. He can expand his chest nearly seven
inches, and when he fills all that extra space up with words nobody
ever even heard of before, people clear over in Illinois have to
rush out and shoo their children into the house and keep 'em there
till it blows over.")
Doctor Smith came rattling up in his Ford, hopped out, and started
to enter the drug store. Catching sight of the druggist in the
crowd, he stopped to bawl out:
"Who's been buying prussic acid of you, Sam Foster? What do you
mean by selling--"
"I ain't sold a grain of prussic acid in ten years," roared Mr.
Foster. "Or any other kind of poison. Don't you accuse ME of--"
"Anything new, Doc? Anything new?" cried the editor of the Sun,
rushing up to the doctor.
"They got that dog of Alix Crown's. I tried to save him,--but he
was as good as dead when I got there. Of all the damnable outrages--"
"Miss Crown's dog?" cried Courtney, aghast, "Good God! Why,--why,
it will break her heart! She LOVED that dog! Men! We've got to find
the scoundrel. We've got to FIX him. He ought to be strung up. Has
any one called Miss Crown up, Doctor? She is in the city. She--"
"Mrs. Strong called her up.
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