Computer Generated Spam Story

The House Without A Key

On the night Kaohla was questioned by your men, Miss Egan saw Mr. John Quincy paused at the door of the reference room. Returning to Waikiki, John Quincy faced a dull evening.

He handed over the message from the postmaster at Des Moines. She smiled at him and fled with Johnnie at her side. Some distance off he saw a little group of men, three in white uniforms, one in a darker garb.
I'll talk with her later, announced the Captain of Detectives.

When he had finished he looked at her inquiringly.
I wouldn't trust him too far, he admonished.

I didn't know about his trouble until I had boarded a ship for the Fanning Islands.

On the floor near his bureau lay the letter designed to speed the parting guest.

The great face with its stubble of red beard leaned close to his.
We've made a rather important discovery about that Corsican cigarette.