The Logan County News. (Crescent, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 40, Ed. 1 Friday, August 11, 1916 Page: 3 of 8
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THE LOGAN COUNTY NEWS
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louis
JOSEPH >£■*•
SS^AJNCE^
s*&.
hell give mo twenty fc| )i rs !n '
which to leavo Paria."
"Then only 1 stand l> itv et a you
and—"
"My dear young woman!" he pro-
tested hastily. "Please don't run away
with any absurd notion liko that. Do
you imagine I'd consent to treat with
such canaille undor any circum
stances?'
"All tho same." she contended stub-
bornly, "I'm the stumbling block.
You're risking your life for me—"
"Well." he laughed, 'have it your
own way! Hut it's my life, isn't it?
I really don't see how you're going to
prevent my risking it for anything that ! he was hungry, he was
They feasted famously—tht t 4
if bourgeoise, was admirable .4 j ;
ter still, well within the r ;j >f
Lanyard s emaciated purse > or d d
ho fret that, when the bill ha.1 been
paid ami the essential tips bestowed,
there would remain in his pocket little
more than cab fare. Supremely self
confident, he harbored 110 doubts of a
smiling future—now that the dark
paces in his record had been turned
and sealed by a resolution he held ir-
revocable.
His spirits had mounted to a high
pitch, thanks to their successful eva
slon. He was young, he was in love,
in short -very
t.L'opyngni,
SYNOPSIS.
may seein to me worth tho risk!'
But she wouldn't laufih; only her
countenance suddenly bereft of its mu-
tinous expression, softened winninglv
—and her eyes grew very kind to him.
"As long as it's understood 1 under-
—a fugitive survey that discovered the stand—very well. ' she said quietly, oared—to speak without reserve-
Impasse Stanislas nc more abandoned 'I'll do as you wish. Mr. Lanyard." circumstance intrinsically intoxicatir
*?ph Vance )
much alive. Anil the consciousness of
common peril knitted an enchanting
intimacy into their talk.
For the first time in his history lan-
yard found himself in the company of
a woman to whom he dared and
After stealing the Omber Jew Is and the
Huysman war plan-; in London MU'huel
Lanyard t> urns to Troyon's, a Paris Inn,
(or ?h ' tirh- time In many ytars because
he thinks Untidy, a S ..Hand Yard man.
is on his trail. At dintu-t a conversation
bet wet n Comte d - Morbihan, M Bannon
and Mil- bannon about the Lone Wolf,
i. . elebrated cracksman who works alone.
alarms lam. Lanyard dresses and K'oes
out. leaving Roddy snoring in the next
room, then com**s back stealthily. t find
In his room Mile. Bannon In the apart
merit near the Trocadero he finds an in-
vitation from The Pack to the Lone Wolf
Co Join 1 hem. I^anyard attempts to dis-
pose of the Omber Jewels, but finds that
Tho Pack has forbidden the buyers to, .... -
deal with him. He meets three masked rent gaping black in the middle Of the
members of The Pack: Popinot. apache^ skylight, the second the missile of de-
struction lying amid a litter of broken
glass—a brick wrapped in newspaper
to the wind and rain, but tenanted
visibly by one, at least, who lounged
beneath the lonely lamp-post, a shoul-
der against it—a featureless civilian
silhouette with attention fixed on tho
little house.
But Lanyard didn't doubt that this
one had a dozen fellows skulking with-
in call.
Springing up the Btairs, he paused
prudently at the topmost step, one
quick glance showing him the huge
and Werthelmer. English mobsman, but
the third, an Amerh an, is unknown to
him. He r< fuses alliance with them. On
his return to his room he is attacked in
the dark, but knocks out his assailant
He gives the unconscious man, who proves
t.> be the mysterious American, a hypo-
dermic to keep him quiet, di-'overs that
Roddy has been murdered In his bed with
the evident intention of fastening the
crime on him. and changing the appear-
ance of the unconscious American to re-
semble his own. starts to leave the house
In the corridor he encounters I.ucia Ban-
non. who insists on leaving with him.
Having no money Lucia is obliged to tak<-
refuge with Lanyard in the studio of an
absent artist friend of his He looks her
In a room alone and retires to get soin.-
rest himself. After sleep Lanyard finds
his viewpoint changed. He tells Lucia
who he is. Mutual confessions follow*.
She Is Lucy Shannon, not Bannon. and
has been used as a tool by Bannon. the
crook The American murderer >>f Roddv
was Bannon's secretary Lucy agrees to
go with him to return the London loot.
"Good!" he Tied cheerfully. "1 wish, And stimulated by her unquestionable
by your leavo, to take you out to din- interest and sympathy, h ■ did talk
ner. This way. please!" 1 without reserve—of old Troyon's and
Leading her through the scullery, he its drudge Marcel, of Bourke and his
wanderings, of the education of tho
Lono Wolf and his career, less in pride
than in relief that it was ended, of the
future ho must achieve f >r himself.
And, sitting with chin cradled 011 the
backs of her interlaced lingers, tho
girl listened with such indulgence as
women find always for their lovers. Of
herself she had little to say. Lanyard
tilled in to his taste the outlines of
the simple history of the young wont
an of good family obliged to become
CHAPTER XVI— Continued.
"I'm afraid," Lanyard said after a
time—"I'm afraid I know what you
must be thinking. One can't do your
intelligence the injustice to imagine
you haven't understood me—read all 1
that was in my mind and"—his voice
fell—"in my heart. I own that I was
wrong to speak so transparently, to
suggest my regard for you at such a
time, under such conditions. I am
truly sorry, and beg you to consider
unsaid all that I should not have said.
After all. what earthly difference can
it make to you if one thief more de- \
cides suddenly to reform?"
That brought her abruptly to her
feet, showing him a face of glowing
loveliness, with eyes distractingly
dimmed and softened.
"No!" she implored breathlessly.
"Please, you mustn't spoil it! You've
paid me the finest of compliments, and |
one I'm glad and grateful for—and |
would I might think I deserved! You j
say you need a year to prove yourself? j
Then—I've no right to say this—and
you must please not ask me what I
mean—then I grant you that year. A
year I shall wait to hear from you
from the day we part, here in Paris.
And tonight I will go with you, too,
and gladly, since you wish me to!"
And then as he, having risen, stood :
at loss, thrilled and incredulous, with 1
a brave and generous gesture she of-
fered him her hand, across the table
whereon still rested the spoils of his
final coup.
"Mr. Lanyard I promise."
Then reverently he bowed his head
and touched his lips to that hand—and
felt it snatched swiftly away, and start-
ed back, aghast, the idyl roughly dissi-
pated, the castle of his dreams tum-
bling in thunders round his ears.
In the studio skylight overhead a
pane of glass had fallen in with a shat-
tering crash as ominous as tho trump
of doom.
CHAPTER XVII.
'For That's Impossible."
Like a blow from an unseen hand
♦ he shock of that alarm drove the gi.i
back from the table to the nearest wall
and for a moment held her there trans-
fixed in panic.
To her wide, staring eyes that ques-
tioned his so urgently Lanyard prompt-
ly nodded grave reassurance. He
hadn't stirred after his first involun-
tary start, and before tho last frag-
ment of splintered glass had fallen
tinkling to the floor above, he was
calming her in the most matter-of-fact
tones.
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "It s
nothing—merely Solon's skylight gone
smash!"
"But call that nothing!" she cried
gustily. "What caused it, then?"
"My negligence " he admitted gloom-
ily. "1 might have known it—that
wide spread of glass, with the studio
by the look of it.
Swooping forward, he retrieved this
and darted back from tho exposed
space beneath the shattered skylight
barely in the nick of time, for he had
no more than cleared the threshold
than a second something fell through I
the gap and buried itself in the hard-
wood parquetry. This last was a bul-
let fired from tho roof of one of the '
adjoining buildings, confirming his
prior reasoning that the first missile
must have fallen from a height rather
than have been thrown up from the
street to wreak such destruction with
those tough, thick panes of clouded
glass.
Swearing softly to himself, he de-
scended to the kitchen.
"As I thought," he said coolly, ex
liibiting his find. "They're on the roof
of the next house—though they've sta-
tioned a sentry in the street, of
course."
"But that second thump—" the girl
demanded.
"A bullet,' he answered, placing the i
bundle on the table and cutting the
string that bound it.
"But what are we to do now?" she
stammered. "If they've uurrouiided
the house—"
"Don't worry—there's more than one
way out," he responded, frowning at
the newspaper; "1 wouldn't have
picked this place out otherwise. Nor
would Solon have rented it in the firct
instance had it lacked an exit in event
of creditors. Ah—thought so!"
"What—"
"Troyon's is gone." he said, without
looking up. "This is tonight's Presse.
'Totally destroyed by fire which start-
ed at six thirty this morning and in
less than half an hour had reduced the
ancient structure to a heap of smoking
ashes'!" He ran his eye quickly down
the column, selecting salient phrases:
" 'Believed to have been of incendiary
origin, though the premises were unin-
sured'—that's an intelligent guess S
Narrow escape of guests in their'—
whatyemaycallems. Three lives be-
lieved to have been lost—one body re-
covered, charred almost beyond recog-
nition'—Roddy's, of course—poor
devil! 'Two guests missing, M. Lan-
yard. the well-known connoisseur of
unbarred and Bwung open a low,
arched door in one of the walls, uncov-
ering the black mouth of a narrow
and tunnel-like passageway that ran
off at right angles from tho side of the
house.
With a word of caution, flash lamp in
his left hand, pistol in right, Lanyard
stepped out into the darkness.
In two minutes ho was back with a
look of relief.
"All clear," he reported; "I felt
pretty sure Popinot was ignorant of self supporting.
this emergency exit—else we'd have j And if at times her grave eyes
entertained uninvited guests long clouded and her attention wandered,
since. Now, half a minute." it was less in ennui than because of
The electric meter occupied a place j occult trains of thought set in motion
th* year and make my report. 1 v.i
then, if you will, you can say no to
tho question 1 11 ask you, and 1 sha'n t
resent it. and it wont ruin me; for if
a 111911 can stick to a purpose for a
year he can stick to it forever, with or
without tho love of the
loves "
She heard him out without attempt
at interruption, but her answer was
prefaced by a sad little shake of her
head.
"That's what makes it so hard, so
terribly hard," she said. "Of course
I've understood you—all that you've
said by indirection, and much besides,
has had its meaning to me and I'm
glad arnl proud of the honor you offer
me. But I can't accept It. 1 can never
accept it - not now nor a year from
now. And it isn't fair to let you go on
hoping that 1 might some time consent
to marry you. For that's impossible "
"You forgive me—you're not al
ready married?"
"No."
! "Or promised?"
I "No."
"Or in love with someone else?"
.Again she told him, gently, "No."
His lace cleared. He squared his
shoulders Ho even mustered up a
smile.
' Then it isn't impossible. No human
obstacle exists that time can't over-
throw. In spite of all you say. 1 shall
go on hoping with all my heart and
soul and strength."
"But you don't understand—"
"Can you tell me—make me under-
stand V*
After a long pause she told him once
more, and very sadly: "No."
on the wall of the scullery not far from
Will
!lfW,
by some chance word or phrase of
1 anyard's.
"I'm boring you." ho suggested once
with quick contrition, waking up to the
fact that he'd monopolized the conver-
sation for many minutes on end.
She shook a pensive head. "No.
again. But, I wonder, do you appreci-
ate the magnitude of the task you've
set yourself?"
"Possibly not," he conceded arro-
gant ly; "but it doesn't matter. The
heavier the odds, the greater the in-
centive to win."
"1 do believe that, and yet—" She
lowered her head and began to trace
CHAPTER XVIII.
Sheer Impudence.
Though it was not yet eight o'clock
when they entered tho restaurant, it
was something after eleven before
Lanyard called for bis bill.
Now again tho rain had ceased and,
though the sky remained overcast, tho
atmosphere was clear and brisk with a
«it# h!§ commands. ••You've not
Ltopped in here for nothing!"
"True--hut lower, please!" he
begged. 'If we speak English loud
enough to be heard it will attract at-
tention. The trouble is, we're followed,
man ho Hut as yet our faithful shadow doesn't
know we know it unless he's more in.
telligent than ho seems. Consequent-
ly, if 1 don't misjudge him. he'll tak«
a table outside, tho better to keep an
eye on us, as soon as he sees we're ap-
parently settled for some time. More
than that. I've got a note to w rite—and
not merely as a subterfuge. This fel-
low must be shaken off, and as long as
we stick together that can't very well
be done."
Ho interrupted himself while the
waiter served them, then sugared his
coffee, arranged the ink bottle and pa-
per to his satisfaction, and bent over
his pen.
"Come closer " he requested as if
you were interested in what I'm writ-
ing- and amused; if you can laugh a
j bit at nothing, so much tho better. But
keep a sharp eye 011 the windows. You
can do that more readily than I under
cover of tho brim of your hat And
let me know what you see "
He had 110 more than settled into
the swing of composition than the
girl apparently following his pen
; with closest attention giggled coquet-
j tishiy and nudged his elbow.
"The window to the right of the
door we came In," she murmured, smil-
ing delightedly; "he's standing behind
the fir trees, staring in."
"('an you make him out?" Lanyard
asked without moving his lips.
"No more than that he's tall," she
said with every indication of enjoying
a most tremendous joke. "His face Is
all in shadow."
"Patience!" counseled the adven-
turer. "He'll take heart of courage
when convinced of our innocence."
Ho poised his pen, scrutinized the
ceiling for inspiration, and permitted
a slow smile to Irradiate his features.
"You'll take this note, if you please,"
he said cheerfully, "to the address on
the envelope, by taxi—it's some dis-
touch of frost, in grateful contrast to tance, near the Etoile. A long chance,
the dull and muggy air that had °b- i)Ut one We must risk; give me half an
tained lor the lust twenty-four hours. I jU)Ur ai0ne, and 1 guarantee to dlscour-
"We'll walk.' Lanyard suggested—" age this animal one way or another.
if you don't mind part of the way at
least; it'll eat up time, and a bit of ex-
orcise will do us both good."
The girl assented quietly.
The drum of their heels on fast-dry-
ing sidewalks struck sharp echoes
from the silence of that drowsy quar-
ter, a lonely clamor that rendered it
impossible to ignore their apparent
solitude—as impossible as it was for
Lanyard to ignore the fact that they
were followed.
Supremely on the alert, he had dis-
covered the pursuit before they left
the block of the restaurant. Dissem-
bling, partly to avoid alarming the
Held Her There Transfixed in Panic.
the door. Trying open its cover, he
! unscrewed and removed the fuse-plug.
! plunging the entire house in complete
| darkness.
"That'll keep 'em guessing a while!"
he explained with a chuckle. "They'll
hesitate a long time before rushing a
dark house infested by a desperate
armed man—if 1 know anything about
that mongrel crew! Besides, when
they do get their courage up, the lack
of light will stave off discovery of this
way of escape. And now, one word
art, who occupied the room adjoining more."
that of tho unfortunate detective, and A flash of the lamp located her hand.
Mile. Bannon, daughter of tho Ameri- Calmly he possessed himself of it.
can millionaire, who himself escaped "I've brought you into trouble | a meaningless pattern on the cloth be-
I only by a miracle with his secretary, enough as it is through my stupidity," j fore Bi10 resumed. "You've given me
M. Greggs. the latter being overcome ho said; "but for that, this place
by fumes'—what a shame! Police and
firemen searching the ruins'—h-m,
h-m—'extraordinary interest manifest-
ed by the prefecture indicates a suspi-
cion that the building may have been
fired to conceal some crime of a po
litical nature.' "
Crushing the newspaper between hi3
hands Lanyard tossed it into a corner
"What was written 011 the paper?"
the girl demanded obliquely.
He made his eyes blank. "Written
on the paper—"
"I saw something in red ink at tho
head of the column. You tried to hide
it from me, but I saw. What was it?"
"Oh—that!" He laughed contemptu-
ously. "Just Popinot's impudence—an
invitation to come out and be a good
target.''
He shrugged himself into his bor-
rowed raincoat, buttoned it to his chin,
and turned down the brim of his soft
felt hat; but when he looked up at the
girl again he found she hadn't moved;
rather, she remained as one spellbound
by thought, staring less at than
through him, her expression inscruta-
ble.
"Well," he ventured—"if you're quite
electrics full ablaze below, would give
the show away completely. Tho house ready, Miss Shannon—"
is known to be unoccupied, and it ! "Mr. Lanyard." she demanded al-
wasn't to be expected that both the most sharply, "what was the full word-
should have been a refuge to us until
we were quite ready to leave Paris.
So now we mustn't forget, before wo
go out to run God only knows what
gauntlet, to fix a lendezvous in event
of separation. I can think of none
better suited to our purposes than tho
Sacre-Coeur."
Iler fingers tightened gently upon
his.
"I understand," she said quietly; "if
we're obliged to separate I'm to go di-
rect to the Sacre-Coeur up on tho hill-
top and await you there."
"Right! But let's hope there'll be
110 such necessity."
Then, hand in hand, like frightened
children, these two stole down the tun-
nel-liko passageway, through a small,
forlorn court, more like a well,
cramped between two tall old tene-
ments, and so camo out into the
gloomy, sinuous and silent Rue d'As-
sas.
Here they encountered few way-
farers; and to those few, preoccupied
with anxiety to win to shelter from
the inclement night, they seemed, no
■ j l|
1 [fpi'
(J- .H
You understand?"
"Perfectly!" she laughed archly.
He bent over and for a few mo-
ments wrote busily.
"Now he's walking slowly round the
corner, never taking his eyes from
you," the girl reported, shoulder to
shoulder and head distractingly near
his head.
"Good. Can you see him any bet-
ter?"
"Not yet."
"This note," he said, without stop-
ping his pen or appearing to say any-
thing, "is for the concierge of a build-
ing where I rent stabling for a little,
Lanyard Stepped Out Into the Dtirk
ness.
to understand that I'm responsible for
your sudden awakening—that it's be-
cause of a regard conceived for me
you're so anxious to become an honest
man. Suppose—suppose you were to
find out—you'd been mistaken in me?"
"That isn't possible," he objected
promptly.
She smiled upon him wistfully.
"But if it were—"
"Then—I think," he said soberly—"I
think Id' feel as though there were
nothing hut emptiness beneath my
feet!"
"If you found I had deceived you—"
"Miss Shannon!" lie threw an arm
across the table and suddenly impris-
oned her hand. "There's no use heat-
ing about the bush. You've got to
know—"
She drew hack suddenly with a
sharp remonstrance: "No!"
"But you must listen to me. I want
you to understand. Bourke used to say
to me: 'The man who lets love into
his life opens a door no mortal hand
can close—and God only knows what
will follow in!' And Bourke was right.
girl, partly to trick the follower into a | closed ear I find occasionally useful,
feeling of greater security, he turned I'm supposed there to bo a chauffeur
this way and that, round several cor- t in the employ of a crazy Englishman
I who keeps me constantly traveling
with him back and forth batween
Paris and London. That's to account
for the irregularity with which I use
the car. They know me, monsieur and
madatae of the conciergerie, as Pierre
Lamier; and I think they're safe—not
only trustworthy and of friendly dis-
position, but guite simple-minded; I
don't believe they gossip much. If so.
tho chances are De Morbihan and his
gang know nothing of the arrangement.
Hut that's all speculation—a forlorn
hope!"
"1 understand," the girl chuckled at
I his elbow. "He's still prowling up and
down outside the hedge."
| "We're not going to need that car to-
night; but the home of Mine. Omber Is
j close by; and I'll follow and join you
| there within an hour at most. Mean-
! time, this note will introduce you to
the concierge and his wife—I hope you
won't mind—as my fiancee. I'm telling
' them we became engaged In England,
and I've brought you to Paris to visit
| my mother In Montrouge, but am de-
tained by my employer's business, and
will they please give you shelter for aq
hour."
"He's coming in," the girl announced
quietly.
"In here?"
"No—merely inside the row of littls
trees."
"Which entrance?"
"On the boulevard side. He's taken
the corner table. Now a waiter's go-
ing out to him."
"You can see his face now?" Lan-
yard asked, sealing the note.
"Not well."
"It won't be Popinot," Lanyard re-
flected, addressing the envelope; "he's
tubby."
"This man is tall and slender."
"Werthelmer, possibly. Does he sug-
gest an Englishman in any way?"
"Not in the least. He wears a mus-
tache—blond—twisted up like the
kaiser's."
Lanyard made no reply, but his
heart sank, and he shivered imper-
, . , , 1 ceptibly with foreboding. He enter-
from both streets. A hedge of forlorn j ta|ned no doubt but thM the worst haJ
"You've Got to Know—"
tiers, until quite convinced that the
shallow was dedicated to himself ex-
clusively. then promptly revised his
prior purpose and, instead of sticking
to darker backways, struck out direct-
ly for the broad, well-lighted, and live-
ly Boulevard Sebastopol.
Crossing this without another back-
ward glance, ho turned north, seeking
some cafe whose arrangements suited
frightened look and a monosyllable of his designs; and, presently, though not
before their tramp had brought them
almost to the line of tho Grand boule-
vards, found ono to his taste, a cheer-
ful and well lighted establishment situ-
ated upon a corner, with entrances
doubt, some student of the Quartier Now that door Is open in my heart, and
police and Popinot's crew would over-
look so shining a mark. And it's all
my fault, my oversight. I should have
warned you about the lights! High
time I was quitting a game I ve no
longer the wit to play by the rules!"
"But the police would never-—"
"Certainly not. This is merely Popi-
not's gentle method of Informing us
he's on the job. But I'll just have a
look to make sure. No—stop where
you are, please. I'd rather go alone."
He cwung alertly through to the re-
ing of that message?"
"If you must know—"
"I must!"
He lifted a depreclatlve Bhoulder.
"If you like, I'll read It to you—or,
rather translate it from the thieves'
argot Popinot complimented me by
using."
"Not necessary," she said tersely.
"I'll take your word for it. But you
must tell me the truth."
"As you will. Popinot delicately
with his sweetheart—Lanyard, in his
shabby raincoat, striding rapidly, head
and shoulders bowed against the driv-
ing mist, the girl in her trim Burberry
clinging trustfully to bis arm.
Avoiding the nearer stops of the
underground Metropolitan as danger-
ous, Lanyard steered a roundabout
course through byways to the Hue de
Sevres station of the Nord-Sud, from
which, in due course, they climbed to
the surface again at the Place de la
Concorde, walked several blocks,
picked up a taxicab. and in less than
half an hour from the time of their de-
parture from the Impasse Stanislas
were comfortably ensconced in a cabi-
net particulier of a little restaurant of
suggested that if I leave you here, to
ception hall window, pausing there ] be reunited to your alleged parent—
I,:ily 'or,? enough for an instantaneous i if I'll trust to his word of honor, that j modest pretensions just north of Les
• >;:.uiLsance through the draperies j la. aid walk out of the house alone,) Halles.
fir trees knee-deep in wooden tubs
guarded Its collection of round, metal
tables and spindle-shanked chairs, of
which few were occupied. Inside, vis-
ible through the wide plate-glass win-
dows, perhaps a dozen patrons sat
round half as many tables—no more—
idling over dominoes and gossip—
steady-paced burghers with their
wives, men in small ways of business
In the neighborhood.
happened, that to the number of his
enemies in Paris was added Ekstrom.
One furtive glance confirmed this
inference. He swore bitterly, if pri-
vately, and with a countenance of
childlike blandness. as he sipped the
coffee and finished his cigarette.
"Who is it, then?" she asked. "Do
you know him?"
He reckoned swiftly against distress-
ing her, recalling his mention of the
I think that whatever follows in won't
be evil or degrading. Oh, I've said it
a dozen different ways of indirection,
but I may as well say it squarely now.
I love you; it's love of you makes me
want to go straight, in the hope that
when I've proved myself you'll maybe
let me ask you to marry me.
"Perhaps you're In love with a bet-
ter man today; but I'm willing to
chance that; a year brings many
changes. Perhaps there's something
I don't fathom in your doubting my
strength and constancy. Only the out-
come can declare that. But please un-
derstand this: If I fail to make good
it will be solely because I'm unfit and
have proved it. All I ask is what
you've generously promised me—op-' "What is it?" the girl asked guard-1 stop for nothing!'
portunity to come to you at the end of udly, as the waiter scurried off to ei -. txo ek continukoj
Entering to this company, Lanyard j that Ekstrom was credited with
selected a square, marble-topped table | ^ he Huysman murder.
against the back wall, entrenched him- i
self with tho girl upon the plush-up-
holstered seat behind it, ordered cof-
fee and writing materials, and proceed-
ed to light a cigarette with the non-
chalance of one to whom time is of no
consequence.
"Merely a hanger-on of De Morbi-
han's," he told her lightly; "a spine-
less animal—no trouble about scaring
him off. Here—take this note, please;
we'll go now. But as we reach the
door, turn back—and go out the other.
You'll find a taxi without trouble. And
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