“Hudson, the Pittsburgh millionaire, who was an infant in all matters except his business; his nephew, who was nominally a publisher, and the quiet and earnest detective inspector who was travelling as their guest. It was Mr. Hudson’s first journey by air, and he crooned with delight at the sight of the Kentish fields displayed like a chess-board in the sunlight below him; at the country houses nestling in their wooded parks; at the general air of peace and prosperity: and then, as the Blue Chan...nel came into view he descried a toy steamer five thousand feet below him, he turned to Richardson who was sitting beside him and said, “I can’t understand how you folks can have any crime to deal with in a country like that.” “England is not all like that, Mr. Hudson. You’ve seen the quietest part of the country this morning. If you were to go up north…” “I know it. Little old Pittsburgh over again, without the pep.” “Or the kidnapping and the gaol-breaks,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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