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Then the burglar's collar slipped and somehow tore from its stud, giving Maitland's hands freer play. His grasp tightened about the man's gullet; he shook him mercilessly. Anisty staggered, gasping, reeled, struck Maitland once or twice upon the chest, feeble, weightless elbow-jabs that went for nothing, then concentrated his energies in a vain attempt to wrench the hands from his throat.
No, he had never intended to come; he had wearied; yet, patient with her, true to the ethics of a gentleman, he had been content to let her go, rather than to send a detective to take his place.... And this was something, by the way, to cause her to revise her theory as to the manner in which Anisty had managed to steal the jewels.
For me let me see cafe au lait," with a grand air, "and rolls.... You must remember this is my breakfast, Mr. Hickey. I make it a rule never to drink anything for six hours after rising." Anisty selected a cigarette from the Maitland case, lit it, and contemplated the detective's countenance with a winning smile. "Now, as to this Anisty affair last night...."
"Yeh c'n tell it all to the magistrate to-morrow morning. Meantime yeh'll have time to think up a yarn explainin' how it come that a crook like Anisty made three attempts in one day to steal some jewels, 'nd didn't get 'em. Where were they all this time?" "In safe-keeping," Maitland lied manfully, with a furtive glance toward the alcove. "Whose?" pursued Mr. Hickey truculently.
She had scant choice other than to obey. Desperate as she was, her strength had been severely overtaxed, and she might not presume upon it too greatly. Fascinated with terror, she let herself down into an easy chair. Anisty thought for a moment, then went over to the desk and sat himself before it. "Keys," he commented, rapidly inventorying what he saw. "How'd you get hold of them?" "They are Mr.
And, when the man was deferential at his elbow: "Call a cab, at once, please." "Certainly, sir." The rest of the corps of servants was at the other end of the big room. Anisty made certain that they were not watching, then stealthily passed the canvas bag to the girl. She bent her head, bestowing it in her hand-bag. "You have made me ... happy, Dan," came tremulously from beneath the hat-brim.
"I don't know must've been in the house I told cabby to wait Anisty seems to have walked out right on your heels." "Hell!" And a moment later: "What's this about a woman in the case?" Maitland took swift thought on her behalf. "Too long to go into now," he parried the query. "You help me catch this scoundrel Anisty and I'll put in a good word for you with the deputy commissioner."
The grey girl, Anisty, the jewels, himself: unflagging, his thoughts circumnavigated the world of his romance, touching only at these four ports, and returning always to linger longest in the harbor of sentiment. The grey girl: strange that her personality should have come to dominate his thoughts in a space of time so brief! and upon grounds of intimacy so slender!... Who and what was she?
If Maitland had gone abroad at one, and without intending to keep his engagement at Eugene's, then he must have been despoiled before that hour, and without his knowledge. Surely, if the jewels had been taken from him with his cognizance, the hue and cry would have been out and Anisty would not have dared to linger so long in the neighborhood!
She had no answer ready, and he proceeded, after waiting a moment: "But you're not going to be such a fool. You have no pleasure in the prospect of seeing the inside of the Tombs, yourself; and, besides, you ought to know me well enough to know...." "What?" she breathed, in spite of herself. Anisty folded his arms, thrusting the right hand beneath his coat.
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