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Updated: June 9, 2025
Not till I'm through with you.... And if you scream, by the powers, I'll throttle you!" She sank back, speechless. Anisty glanced her up and down without visible emotion, then laughed unpleasantly, the hard and unyielding laugh of brute man brutishly impassioned. "This silly ass, Maitland," he observed, "isn't really as superfluous as he seems.
You would care to own it?" Anisty demanded unsteadily. "I?" The inflection of doubtful surprise was a delight to the ear. "Oh!... I couldn't think of accepting.... Besides, I have no use for it." "Of course you ain't are not that sort." An hour back he could have kicked himself for the grammatical blunder; now he was wholly illuded; besides, she didn't seem to notice.
The real matter at stake was the safety of the girl whom Anisty, by exercise of an infernal ingenuity that passed Maitland's comprehension, had managed to spirit into this place of death and darkness and whispering halls.
Didn't you all but tell me that you were coming here?" "But " "I thought perhaps I might get through before you came, Mr. Anisty; but I knew all the time that, even if you did manage to surprise me er on the job, you wouldn't call in the police." She laughed confidently, and oddly enough at the same time nervously.
His inflamed features were suddenly whitened, and his right arm dropped limply from the shoulder, revolver falling from fingers involuntarily relaxing. Hickey covered him. "Surrender!" he roared. And fired again. For Anisty had gone to his knees, reaching for the revolver with his uninjured arm.
Anisty positively refuse to go to work while you stand aside and and laugh." Pride! He stared, openly amazed, at this bewilderingly feminine bundle of inconsistencies. With each facet of her character discovered to him, minute by minute, the study of her became to him the more engrossing. He drew nearer, eyes speculative. "I will agree," he said slowly, "to crack the safe, but upon conditions."
The hansom swerved suddenly across the car-tracks and pulled up at the curb. Anisty rose with an exclamation of relief and climbed down to the sidewalk, turning and extending a hand to assist the girl. "Come!" he said imperatively. "We've no time to waste."
The door was suddenly jerked open and Anisty leaped into the room, face white with passion. Terrified, the girl sprang from the desk, carrying the instrument with her, placing the revolving chair between her and her enemy. "The brass bowl, please, tell him that," she cried clearly into the receiver.
But now she thrust finger-nails cruelly into her soft palms, striving to contain herself and keep her tongue from crying aloud to those three brutal, blind men the truth: that she was guilty of the robbery, she with Anisty; that Maitland was Maitland: a word synonymous with "man of honor."
Anisty regarded her in silence for a meditative instant, then, taking up the lamp, strode down the hall to the pantry, returning presently with a glass brimming with an amber-tinted, effervescent liquid. "Champagne," he announced, licking his lips. "Wish I had Maitland's means to gratify my palate.
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