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The Seventh Noon

Creator: Bartlett, Frederick Orin
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"How long do you think it will take?" asked Donaldson quickly. "Might take till noon to search every place--and then we might not find him if he's an old hand at the game," answered Saul. "Till noon!" exclaimed Donaldson irritably. "Good Lord, that's eight hours!" Saul placed his hand affectionately upon Donaldson's shoulder. "See here, Don," he replied earnestly. "Take my advice and get some sleep." "Do you think I can waste time in sleep?" "Better take a little now or you 'll be having a long one coming to you." "That's just it," retorted Donaldson. "I 've got all eternity for sleep." "So? Well, I 'll take mine here and now, thanks. I want to wake up!" The older man's sober common-sense brought Donaldson to himself.
The World English Bible (WEB): Philemon

Book 57 Philemon 001:001 Paul, a prisoner of Christ Jesus, and Timothy our brother, to Philemon, our beloved fellow worker, 001:002 to the beloved Apphia, to Archippus, our fellow soldier, and to the assembly in your house: 001:003 Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. 001:004 I thank my God always, making mention of you in my prayers, 001:005 hearing of your love, and of the faith which you have toward the Lord Jesus, and toward all the saints; 001:006 that the fellowship of your faith may become effective, in the knowledge of every good thing which is in us in Christ Jesus. 001:007 For we have much joy and comfort in your love, because the hearts of the saints have been refreshed through you, brother. 001:008 Therefore, though I have all boldness in Christ to command you that which is appropriate, 001:009 yet for love's sake I rather beg, being such a one as Paul, the aged, but also a prisoner of Jesus Christ. 001:010 I beg you for my child, whom I have become the father of in my chains, Onesimus,{Onesimus means "useful."} 001:011 who once was useless to you, but now is useful to you and to me.
"Guess you 're right," he admitted. He took out a card and scribbled two addresses, one of the Waldorf and the other of the Arsdale house. "You will notify me at one of these places as soon as you learn anything?" "Allee light." "_At once_, you understand?" Saul insisted upon landing Donaldson at his hotel before going on to his own home. The latter grasped the big hand of his friend. "Beefy," he said, "if ever I can give _her_ a chance to thank you, I 'll bet you 'll think your trouble worth while." "Turn in and give her a chance to thank _you_ in the morning. I reckon she 'll appreciate that more than an opportunity to thank me." The cab bearing the big detective glided off. Donaldson watched it melt down the dwindling vista until finally, dissolved altogether, it became one with the dark.