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The wagon came and took Jimmy to the station, and later he was questioned by the lieutenant in charge. "You say this is not your pistol?" asked the police officer. "It is not," replied Jimmy. "You never saw it before?" "No, I have not." The lieutenant turned to one of his men, who went to the door, and, opening it, returned almost immediately with Bince. "Do you know this man, Mr.
It was two o'clock in the morning before Bince disgustedly threw his cards upon the table and rose. There was a nasty expression on his face and in his mind a thing which he did not dare voice the final crystallization of a suspicion that he had long harbored, that his companions had been for months deliberately fleecing him.
"Look here, old man," he said, "I hate to seem insistent, but, on the level, I've got to have some money." "I've told you two or three times," replied Bince, "that I'd let you have it as soon as I could get it. I can't get you any now." "If you haven't got it, Mason Compton has," retorted the creditor, "and if you don't come across I'll go to him and get it." Bince paled.
"Is that all?" asked Mr. Bince. "Oh, no, indeed!" said Jimmy. "That's just a very brief outline of the way I shall start." "Ah!" said Mr. Bince. "And just how, may I ask, do you make environment count on the balance-sheet? I do not quite understand." Jimmy was mentally gasping and going down for the third time. He had wondered when he read that chapter title just what it might mean.
This inscription was in three parts, and in three different hands. The first paragraph was dated as far back as the year in which the annual had been published, and set forth that the book was the property of a certain Miss Elizabeth Ann Bince, who had obtained the precious volume as a reward for habits of order, and for obedience to the authorities of Camford House Seminary, Torquay.
"Is it perfectly proper for young ladies to drive around the streets of a big city alone after dark?" "But I'm not alone," she said. "You will be after you leave me at home." "Oh, well, I'm different." "And I'm glad that you are!" exclaimed Bince fervently. "I wouldn't love you if you were like the ordinary run."
"Maybe you'll have better luck the next time," growled Bince. "There ain't goin' to be no next time," asserted Krovac. "I don't tackle that guy again." Bince held out his hand. "All right," he said, "you might return the fifty then." "Return nothin'," growled Krovac. "I sure done fifty dollars' worth last night." "Come on," said Bince, "hand over the fifty."
"Murray's not such a fool, after all," he soliloquized. "He's framing an alibi before he starts." With the note in his hand, Bince entered Compton's office, where he found the latter dictating to Edith Hudson. "Look at this thing!" exclaimed Bince, laying the note before Compton. "What do you suppose it means?" Compton read it, and his brows knitted.
Once within his room the Lizard sank into a chair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead, although it was by no means a warm night. He drew a folded paper from his inside pocket, which, when opened, revealed a small piece of wrapping paper within. They were Murray's letter to Bince and the enclosure.
The indifference she had felt prior to meeting the efficiency expert was altered now to a feeling of keen interest as she realized that she held the power to relieve Bince of the further embarrassment of the man's activities in the plant, and also to save her father from the annoyance and losses that Bince had assured her would result from Torrance's methods.
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