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"For many years I have known Mark Abrams, the son of our rabbi. We have been children and friends together, almost from the time my mother died. He was always so gentle and kind to me in his boyhood, that I often wondered what the world would be without Mark Abrams in it.
"So it's you, old boy?" asked the baronet, thinking that Mr. Moss Abrams had arrived with the money. "How do you do, Sir Francis Clavering? I wanted to see you, and followed you here," said the major, at sight of whom the other's countenance fell. Now that he had his opponent before him, the major was determined to make a brisk and sudden attack upon him, and went into action at once.
The SS man had seen Panek cautiously spying on them from time to time, and when the two went in to dinner the thug took a seat nearby, but where Abrams could not see him. Hanlon had been probing Abrams' mind all this time, but had been unable to get any clue as to a plot that might upset the peace of his world, or the Federation.
Sir Francis Clavering made his appearance, and skulked for a while about the magnificent rooms; but the company and the splendor which he met there were not to the baronet's taste, and after tossing off a tumbler of wine or two at the buffet, he quitted Gaunt House for the neighborhood of Jermyn-street, where his friends Loder, Punter, little Moss Abrams, and Captain Skewball were assembled at the familiar green table.
He had tried to probe the crowd minds, but there were so many conflicting thought-emanations, such a welter of sensations he wasn't able to isolate any single, individual moods or thoughts. Safely back inside the Embassy, Abrams seemed to relax a bit. He turned now to Hanlon. "My very sincere thanks, young man, for your quickness and alertness in saving my life. I shall be eternally grateful."
Did any of our friends come on it?" "Abrams has gone down to find out." "Come along then," said I. "We'll see what is to be seen." "Don't!" cried Fitzhugh, catching my arm. "They might get you." "Nonsense," said I, shaking off his grasp. "Have your revolver ready, and follow me."
"You're right, sir," said Abrams. "A dark night and a clear field suits that gang best." "Well, here's the dinner," said I; "so you can make yourselves easy. Porter, you may keep an eye on the stairway, and Brown may watch from the windows. The rest of us will fall to." In the midst of the meal Porter came in. "Darby Meeker's in the office below," he announced. "Very good," I said.
Abrams and Co.'s establishment, with two ships on the stocks, were reduced to ashes. "The loss of property is incalculable, for the fire, borne upon the wings of a hurricane, rushed on the wretched inhabitants with such inconceivable rapidity that the preservation of their lives could be their only care.
There were perhaps a score of people about the car. "There's Abrams," said Lockhart. "There's no danger, then," said Fitzhugh with a grin. "See, he's beckoning to us." We hastened forward eagerly. "What is it?" I asked. "There's no one here," said Abrams, with a puzzled look. "Well, this car didn't come alone," I returned. "Have you asked the engineer?" "Yes." "And the fireman?" "Yes."
"But, tell me, Rebecca," said the rabbi, suddenly stopping in his agitated walk. "How did you come into possession of that book?" "Indeed, Rabbi Abrams, that is a mystery. In packing and unpacking, preparatory to leaving the Queen City, I accidentally found this Journal in an old portmanteau that my husband sent up from his bank one day, among a lot of rubbish.
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