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"When I show you that," she cried, with ringing assurance, "you will believe the rest of my story." "Shall I take the young lady up myself?" asked Mr. Quimby. "Or will it be enough if my wife accompanies her?" "We will all accompany her," said the coroner. "Very good," came in hearty acquiescence. "It's the only way to quiet her," he whispered in Mr. Hammersmith's ear.
Together they took the elevator to the eighth floor and, as Ignatz Kresnick dealt the cards for the five-hundredth time in that game, all unconscious of his fast-approaching Nemesis, Mozart Rabiner played the concluding measures of the Liebestod softly, slowly, like a benediction: Ertrinken Versinken Unbewusst Höchste Lust. "Who do you think I seen it in Hammersmith's just now, Mawruss?"
"I'm going out for a bite, Miss Cohen," he said. "If anybody wants me, I am over at Hammersmith's and you could send Jake across for me." He sighed heavily as he raised his umbrella and plunged out into a heavy March downpour.
As he watched their eager approach, he saw them stop, look back, swerve and rush around the corner of the house. Some one had directed them elsewhere. He could see the pointing hand, the baleful face. Quimby had realised his own danger in this prospect of Hammersmith's escape, and had intervened to prevent it.
Abe paused with his hand on the hatrack. "What d'ye mean?" he demanded. "I mean I am eating only a tongue sandwich and a cup coffee in Hammersmith's just now," Morris went on, "and who should I see at the next table but Louis Kleiman of Kleiman & Elenbogen. That's a dirty lowlife, that feller, Abe! A cut-throat like him should be making money in business!
I just seen Sol Klinger over to Hammersmith's and he tells me that in six weeks yet Max Kirschner falls down on three orders. Four thousand dollars that sucker, Leon Sammet, cops out on 'em; and Sol couldn't help himself, Abe. Either they got to fire Max oder they got to go out of business." Abe nodded slowly.
"Well, in a whole lot of ways, Max," Abe continued, after they were seated; "and mind you, I know it ain't none of my business, Max, but when I see that boy come into Hammersmith's to-day and eat for five dollars a lunch, with a bottle of tchampanyer wine yet, Max, I couldn't help myself. I got to say something." Max scowled and spat out the end of his cigar.
Hammersmith's cheek showed an indignant colour. Or was it a reflection from the setting sun? "You called him a scamp a few minutes ago. A scamp's word isn't worth much." "No, but it's evidence when on oath, and I fancy he will swear to the interview." "Well, well, say there was an interview." "It changes things, Mr. Hammersmith. It changes things.
Hammersmith stoop to insert the key. He, on his part, as the door fell back, watched her for some token of awakened interest. But he watched in vain. "The last! the last! and I have not found it. Oh, sir," she moaned, catching at Mr. Hammersmith's arm, "am I then mad? Was it a dream? Or is this a dream? I feel that I no longer know."
"My joke worked a little too well, and unless I appear they're going to send out a search party after me! I told Adele her little car was here. How did it get here, Mr. Peyton?" "I went after it and brought it here; instead of taking it to Mrs. Hammersmith's or whatever her name was!" "You mean Mrs.
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