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Taynton sat down again in the chair by the table, and remained there some half hour. He knew well the soundness of his partner's reasoning; all he had said was fatally and abominably true. There was no way out of it. Yet to pay money to a blackmailer was, to the legal mind, a confession of guilt. Innocent people, unless they were abject fools, did not pay blackmail.
Owen led him out of sight of the house and finally got rid of him. For a blackmailer knows he can strike but once, and, having struck, he loses all power over his victim. So Hicks withheld the blow, collected a paltry thirty dollars, and consented to wait a little while for Marvin to die. Harry and Pauline passed on into the house.
Lise, aroused from her visions, demanded vehemently "Ain't he a millionaire?" "What difference does that make?" Janet retorted. "And you can't tell me she didn't know what she was up to all along with that face." "I'd have sued him, all right," declared Lise, defiantly. "Then you'd be a blackmailer, too. I'd sooner scrub floors, I'd sooner starve than do such a thing take money for my affections.
"And now came the biggest pull of all. There was the press to be worked." He spoke as if there were no other papers in London but the financial journals. "I didn't sleep much while that was being fixed up. You've got no more idea of what the press means, Louisa, than you have of of a coil of snakes thawing out hungry in the spring. Why, if one blackmailer came to me, I swear a hundred did.
And now he was becoming sensitive to a personality uncommonly insinuating: Wertheimer was displaying all the poise of an Englishman of the better caste More than anybody in the underworld that Lanyard had ever known this blackmailer had an air of one acquainted with his own respect.
If we act without finding out first, we might be playing into the hands of this blackmailer." Garrick had been holding the letter in his hand, examining it critically. While he was speaking, he had taken a toothpick and was running it hastily over the words, carefully studying them. His face was wrinkled, as if he were in deep thought.
In Lady Mary's correspondence there is no further reference to this sorry business, and so it cannot be said how it ended. Nor can it be decided whether Rémond really believed he had been swindled or whether he was just a blackmailer.
A blackmailer would have stayed close to her, and would have kept the letter; Harold did neither. Her recognition of the truth was shown in her act, when, stretching out her arms in the darkness, she whispered pleadingly: 'Forgive me, Harold! And Harold, far away where the setting sun was lying red on the rim of the western sea, could not hear her. But perhaps God did.
This was what did occur. But the blackmailer was alarmed as well and fled hastily from the garden when he realised that he was not alone with his victim. Thorne followed the man's disappearing figure, calling him to halt. He did not call loudly for he too wanted to avoid a scandal.
Hagan's manner underwent an abrupt transformation. He wheeled and faced his host with a dangerous glint in his eye. "This is what I mean! You called me a blackmailer and a scoundrel just now. Sure I'm a crook! We're both of us crooks, but I admit it and you don't. So to my thinking, I'm honester than you. I came to you first. Next I'm going to Stuart Farquaharson out there and to your wife.... Mr.
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