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A flood of color mantled her brow, but she took the coin and slipped it into her glove. "Well?" she asked, her small chin defiantly uptilted. "I have only one question," said Indiman, earnestly. "Is there danger for you?" "None in the world." "Then I am quite satisfied." She softened at that. "Only a rather aggravating disappointment; it does not matter now.
"I," said Indiman, gravely, "am a mathematician by instinctive preference and early training, but I have never been able to cross the 'Ass's Bridge, the Forty-seventh problem of Euclid. Incidentally, I may mention that I am a golf-player with a handicap of eighteen." "A double first," commented the proprietor of the Utinam Club. "I perceive, Mr.
It is hardly necessary to add that this particular hat had the place of honor in the shop-window, it being mounted upon the waxen model of a simpering lady with flaxen curls and a complexion incomparable. Assuredly, then, the pearl of the collection. "L. Hernandez," said Indiman, reading the sign over the door. "Spanish Jew, I should say.
"I can't understand it; I read that note through twice before I sealed it up. It is incredible." "No, it is my luck," said young Mr. Harding, and took a fresh cigar. "Or, rather, your luck," he corrected himself, smilingly. "Have you forgotten that I am now your property?" "God forbid!" said Indiman, hastily. "I give you back yourself consideration of one dollar. You're a witness, Thorp.
Just bring up some biscuits and a bottle of Scotch, and we'll get along as comfortably as you please." But I declined to be sent away in this fashion for all that I was horribly afraid. "I can't sit down at that table," I explained, "but I'll keep coming in and out of the room as the spirit moves me. Now, don't say a word; I've made up my mind." "Well, I sha'n't forget it," said Indiman, simply.
"And now, Grenelli," continued Indiman, bluntly, "I want the truth about this affair. Bah, man! don't begin to shuffle about like that. This isn't the original package delivered by Redfield & Company to the Oceanic Express for shipment to England. You know it and I know it, so we'll just acknowledge a true bill and go on with the evidence. "A counterfeit, then, of the real thing. But why?
I distrust, on principle, people with thin, bloodless lips and obliquely set eyes. Yet the fellow spoke pleasantly enough, and he readily undertook to clear young Day's name and reputation with his former employers. The boy handed over the parcel to Grenelli, and then, as he turned to go, begged the honor of shaking hands with Indiman and myself, a permission graciously granted.
What door? As though that mattered! Put on your rain-coat, my dear Thorp, and let us begin a little journey into the unknown. Fate will lead us surely, O unbelieving one, if you will but place your hand unresistingly in hers." We left the house, and Indiman tossed a penny into the air. "Broadway, heads; Fourth Avenue, tails." Tails it was. Arrived at Fourth Avenue, we stood waiting for a car.
What did I care. I went forward and into the room, absolutely empty save for an upright cabinet of mahogany placed on a central pedestal. It was tall enough to conceal a person standing behind it, but it was not the Lady Allegra who came forward to meet me. "Indiman!" I said, weakly. "Esper Indiman!" "The carriage is waiting," he said. "Come." "Never!" I retorted, passionately.
An over-bold device, perhaps, but it certainly caught the eye; there was a barbaric suggestion in those strings of glittering beads that made one think of the Congo and of tomtoms beating brazenly in the moonlight. A hat that WAS a hat, as I have previously remarked, and Indiman and I gazed upon it with undisguised interest.
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