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"I tell you, I didn't kill him!" he repeated at last, with more force. Burke sneered his disbelief. "You killed him last night with this!" he cried, viciously. On the instant, the pistol leaped into view, pointed straight at Garson. "Why?" the Inspector shouted. "Come on, now! Why?" "I didn't, I tell you!" Garson was growing stronger, since at last the crisis was upon him.
Signy would, of her own free will, as soon have put her hand into a red-hot fire as have asked Uncle Brüs to receive Fred Garson in a hospitable manner; but she was made of fine metal, and would carry out Yaspard's wishes, although all the thunders of Thor and Odin were ready to burst on her little head.
"They've come in force!" our Viking exclaimed. "Five of them, no less! and one's a man!" "Why, one is Gloy!" cried Gibbie; and in more subdued tones Lowrie added "And the man is Mr. Garson, the young Laird o' Lunda!" "That's jolly!"
"Clever as he is, Garson let Griggs talk him into a second-story job, and now we'll get him with the goods.... Just call your man for a minute, will you, Mr. Gilder?" Gilder pressed the electric button on his desk. At the same moment, through the octagonal window came a blinding flash of light that rested for seconds, then vanished.
"Oh, you know better than that," he declared, truculently. "You see, we've traced the Maxim silencer. Garson himself bought it up in Hartford." For the first time, Mary was caught off her guard. "But he told me " she began, then became aware of her indiscretion, and checked herself. Burke seized on her lapse with avidity. "What did he tell you?" he questioned, eagerly.
The "matter" became plain to his vision next moment in the form of Signy, who flew into his arms crying, "Oh, uncle, dear, dear uncle! I am so thankful to be here again. I was lost, and nearly died; and poor Yaspard was left on Yelholme." "Bless the child!" he gasped; "what on earth is she saying? Yaspard! do you know it is midnight? What is Why, Mr. Garson! what what!" For once in his life Mr.
But those seeds had been left undeveloped in a life that had been lived since early boyhood outside the pale of respectability. To-night, Joe Garson had performed, perhaps, his first action with no thought of self at the back of it. He had risked his life to save that of a stranger. The fact astonished him, while it pleased him hugely. The sensation was at once novel and thrilling.
The forger repeated the words with an inflection that was gloating. "Half a million!" "And it's the softest thing you ever saw." The telephone at the desk rang, and Mary spoke into it for a moment, then rose and excused herself to resume the conversation over the wire more privately in the booth. The instant she was out of the room, Griggs turned to Garson anxiously.
At the words, an instantaneous change swept over Garson. Hitherto, he had been tense, his face set with emotion, a man strong and sullen, with eyes as clear and heartless as those of a beast in the wild. Now, without warning, a startling transformation was wrought. His form stiffened to rigidity after one lightning-swift step forward, and his face grayed.
This inspiration filled him with delight. At last he was sure of catching Mary Turner herself in his toils. "She'll come to stop 'em," he said. "When we get the rest of the gang, we'll grab her, too. Why, I almost forgot her, thinking about Garson. Mr.
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