Thomas Kinkade The Spirit of New York painting

Thomas Kinkade The Spirit of New York painting
Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting
Hall Pycroft shook his clenched hands in the air. "Good Lord!" he cried, while I have been fooled in this way, what has this other Hall Pycroft been doing at Mawson's? What should we do, Mr. Holmes? Tell me what to do."
"We must wire to Mawson's."
They shut at twelve on Saturdays."
"Never mind. There may be some door-keeper or attendant -- "
"Ah, yes, they keep a permanent guard there on account of the value of the securities that they hold. I remember hearing it talked of in the City"Very good, we shall wire to him and see if all is well, and if a clerk of your name is working there. That is clear enough, but what is not so clear is why at sight of us one of the rogues should instantly walk out of the room and hang himself."
"The paper!" croaked a voice behind us. The man was sitting up, blanched and ghastly, with returning reason in his eyes, and hands which rubbed nervously at the broad red band which still encircled his throat.