“Miss Crannon and Dr. Fitzhugh have just spoken to me,” he said in his brisk tenor.
The Argo touched the landing-stage, and Fitzhugh and his friend went out on the pier.
In April, there are two letters written on the same day, to each of his sons, Fitzhugh and myself.
He nabbed the first passer-by and asked him to point out Dr. Fitzhugh.
Quade and FitzHugh had taken their weapons, and had turned them over to see if they were alive or dead.
