Smith, on his way to the city, had found a slip of paper just outside the gate of his house. It was an accurate and detailed plan of his private office. The exact position of the stairs was shown. Notes showed which doors swung in, and which swung out. the windows were set, down. Smith, alarmed, rushed hack into his house. “ Some burglar must be going to raid nrr office,” ho told his family, tragically “ Oh, it isn’t that! ” cried his daughter, glancing at the sketch. ” Those notes are in Jim’s handwriting. He’s coming down to your office today to ask you to let him marry me.”
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Evening Star, Issue 20029, 21 November 1928, Page 9
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107Page 9 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 20029, 21 November 1928, Page 9
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