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Updated: June 27, 2025
For by now the cab had sheered off into that thoroughfare, and was rocking rapidly south, between glittering walls of light. A surface car swooped down upon them, and past, making night hideous with gong and drumming trucks, and drowning Anisty's response. For which reason he chose to repeat it, with added emphasis. "You try it on, my lady, and see what happens."
Despite Anisty's supporting arm she reeled back against the wall of the cage, closing her eyes. The man observed this with covert satisfaction. As the speed decreased she began to feel slightly stronger; and again opened her eyes. The floor numbers, black upon a white ground, were steadily slipping down; the first she recognized being 19. The pace was sensibly decreased.
Snaith bent forward, elbows on knees, hat and cane swinging, eyes implacable, hard, relentless. "Anisty," he said slowly, "left a tolerably complete burglar's kit in your library." "Well he's a burglar, isn't he?" "Not that kind." Snaith shook his head. "But his departure was somewhat hurried. I can conceive that he might abandon his kit " "But it was not his." "Not Anisty's?"
She flashed a radiant smile at him from beneath the rim of her picture hat. A fire was kindled in Anisty's eyes; he was conscious of a quickened drumming of his pulses. "Dan is Maitland's front name, also," he remarked absently. "I thought as much," she responded, quietly speculative. The burglar hardly heard.
Maitland shook himself into his topcoat, jammed hat upon head, dropped the jewels into one pocket, the cigarette case into another, and on impulse Anisty's revolver, with its two unexploded cartridges, into a third; and pressed the call button for O'Hagan, not waiting, however, for that worthy to climb the stairs, but meeting him in the entry hall.
If the papers get hold of it they'll cook up a lot of silly details that'll excite the cupidity of every thief in the country, and make me more trouble than I care to ah contemplate." Hickey's eyes glistened. "Of course, if yeh want it kept quiet " he suggested significantly. Anisty's hand sought his pocket. "How much?" "Well, I guess I can leave that to you.
Sipping the grateful drink which O'Hagan presently brought him, the young man pondered the case; with no pleasure in the prospect he foresaw. If Higgins had actually communicated the fact of Anisty's escape to the police, the entire affair was like to come out in the papers, all of it, that is, that he could not suppress.
"The sleuth!" gasped Maitland, astounded. "Ah, cut that, can't yeh?" Hickey got on all fours, found his cigar, stuck it in his mouth, and fell into place at Maitland's side. "Hickey, I mean. But how " "If yeh're Maitland, 'nd Anisty's at the St. Luke Buildin', tell that fool up there to drive!" Maitland had no need to lift the trap; the cabby had already done that.
In the outer office the police were assembled in excited conclave, blind to all save the momentous fact of Anisty's last, supremely consistent act. For the time Maitland was utterly alone with his great and aching loneliness. After a little while timidly he touched her hand. It lay upturned, white slender fingers like exotic petals curling in upon the rosy hollow of her palm.
The girl made one final effort to hang back. Anisty's brows blackened. "By God!" he told her in a whisper. "If you dare...!" And somehow she found herself at his side in the steel cage, the gate's clang ringing loud in her ears. The motion of the car, shooting upwards with rapidly increasing speed, made her slightly giddy.
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