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"But that would be encouraging fighting here, Jim, and you know what the rules are. I I wish I might er forget it, but I don't think I conscientiously can." Mr. Conklin nodded. After a moment he said, with a chuckle: "That was a clever punch of Durkin's. I'm glad we got there for the knock-out." "Durkin appeared much lighter than Beaufort, too," replied Mr.
He could hear the quick catch of her breath. "Good or bad, I love you, Jim! You know that! Now, hurry, oh, hurry!" He caught her hand in his that was all there was time for while with his free hand Durkin thrust the packet down into his pocket. "If it turns out wrong I mean if anything should happen to me, go straight to the Embassy with them, in Rome. Good-bye!"
"Ah!" ejaculated Durkin, as he wiped his moist forehead, while the running dots and dashes resolved themselves into the two intelligible sentences. Then he looked about him, at the leaden sky, at the roofs and walls and windows of the crowded and careless city, as a sabreur about to enter the arena might look about him on life for perhaps the last time.
Of course, when Durkin told me that I had a hunch what had happened and I hot-footed it to 'Horace. He confessed that it was Sawyer who had told him he'd seen me carrying off the book. So he streaked off after Sawyer, found him somewhere and took him to Durkin's room. Sawyer " "Were you there too?" asked Tom excitedly. "No, he told me to wait in his study for him.
"Unless the table goes out, you go out!" And he began counting, silently, numeral by numeral. "Well, if you insist!" said Keenan, with a shrug. Even as Keenan, at the menace of his reiterated command to hurry, threw open the guard door, Durkin was wondering, in his feverish activity of mind, just how soon MacNutt's next move would come, and just how and where he would strike.
Durkin made a mental note of the fact that both of these doors were in turn locked after them. The two then made their way through the darkness down what must have been a long passage. Its floor was padded with carpet, and some fugitive and indefinable odor seemed to suggest to the prisoner an atmosphere of well-being, of a house both carefully furnished and scrupulously managed.
Besides all that, he's a master of intrigue, and he has the entire secret service of France behind him, and he knows underground Europe as well as any spy on the Continent. He will keep at us, I tell you, until he thinks he is even!" "Then let him if he wants to," scoffed Durkin. "My work is with Keenan.
Against the walls stood massive, elephantine club chairs of green fumed oak, and it was into one of these that MacNutt had dropped the inert and unresponding Durkin. At the far end of the room the stealthy observer could make out what was assuredly the entrance to an electric elevator.
Frank kept her eyes on Keenan. She, too, began to feel the sense of some vast finality in their moves and actions that night. Keenan laughed. It was a dry and joyless laugh, but it was discouraging. "What's on the floor above?" demanded Durkin, wheeling on him.
"Why," he continued argumentatively, "everything that happened in that play might happen here, tonight, to you or me!" "Rubbish!" ejaculated Durkin, brusquely, remembering how lonely he must indeed have been thus to attach himself to this youth of the studios. But he added, as a matter of form: "You think, then, that life today is as romantic as it once was?" "Mon Dieu!" cried the other.
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