Seven Keys to Baldpate

Book Excerpt: could get no further."Yes," said Mr. Magee brightly, slipping into a rocking-chair. "Yes, I'm going to spend the next few months at Baldpate Inn."Mrs. Quimby, who seemed to have settled into a stout little mound of a woman through standing too long in the warm presence of her stove, came forward and inspected Mr. Magee."Of all things," she murmured."It's closed," expostulated Mr. Quimby; "the inn is closed, young fellow.""I know it's closed," smiled Magee. "That's the...
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Book Excerpt: could get no further."Yes," said Mr. Magee brightly, slipping into a rocking-chair. "Yes, I'm going to spend the next few months at Baldpate Inn."Mrs. Quimby, who seemed to have settled into a stout little mound of a woman through standing too long in the warm presence of her stove, came forward and inspected Mr. Magee."Of all things," she murmured."It's closed," expostulated Mr. Quimby; "the inn is closed, young fellow.""I know it's closed," smiled Magee. "That's the very reason I'm going to honor it with my presence. I'm sorry to take you out on a night like this, but I'll have to ask you to lead me up to Baldpate. I believe those were Hal Bentley's instructions--in the letter."Mr. Quimby towered above Mr. Magee, a shirt-sleeved statue of honest American manhood. He scowled."Excuse a plain question, young man," he said, "but what are you hiding from?"Mrs. Quimby, in the neighborhood of the stove, paused to hear the reply. Billy Magee laughed.Read More