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"Unless they hear that valuables are buried there." "But surely nothing is buried here?" exclaimed Braith uneasily. "Unfortunately there is," growled West. "That miserly landlord of mine "
The door swung inward, and the girl sprang up the stairs to meet them. At that instant, Braith, glancing behind him, gave a startled cry, and pushing the two before him into the cellar, jumped down after them and slammed the iron door. A few seconds later a heavy jar from the outside shook the hinges. "They are here," muttered West, very pale.
"I I didn't relish the manner in which you met me just now, I confess, but I'm very much ashamed of myself. I am indeed." "Shake hands," said Braith, with one of his rare smiles.
"I'm not moping," said Rex, coloring up. "What do you call it, then?" Braith spoke with some sharpness, but continued kindly, "You know I've been through it all. Ten years ago, when I sent in my first picture, I confess to you I suffered the torments of the damned until " "Until?" "Until they sent me my card. The color was green." "But I thought a green card meant `not admitted." "It does.
The red-faced detective was at his side. "So, you are Mr Emanuel Pick!" "No!" gasped the other. "He lies! He lies!" yelled the woman, from the floor. The Jew reeled back and, with a piercing scream, tore at his handcuffed wrists. Braith whispered to the detective: "What has the woman done? What is the charge?" "Charge? There are a dozen. The last is murder."
I've seen promising lives go out in ruin and disgrace here in this very street in this very house lives that started exactly on the lines that you are finding so mighty pleasant just now." Clifford was in danger of being silenced. That would never do. "Papa Braith," he smiled, "is it that you too have been through the mill? Shall I present your compliments to the miller? I'm going. Come, Elliott."
"What!" cried Gethryn, hoarsely. There was a pause. "Aren't you going to let me in?" "I can't, old man; I I'm not just up for company tonight," stammered Gethryn. "Company be damned are you ill?" "No." There was a silence. "I'm sorry," began Gethryn, but was cut short by a gruff: "All right; good night!" and Braith went away. Yvonne looked inquiringly at him.
But Monsieur Bordier was crying like a child, and kept on his way, without answering. The narrow corridor was now filled with hurrying, excited figures in gauze and tinsel, sham armor, and painted faces. They pressed Braith back, but he struggled and fought his way to the door. A Sergeant de Ville shouldered through the crowd. He was dragging a woman along by the arm.
Braith read it eagerly, and looked up with a brighter face than he had worn for many a day. "By Jove!" he said. "By Jupiter!" Rex smiled sadly at his enthusiasm. "This means health, and a future, and everything to you, Rex!" "Health and wealth, and happiness," said Gethryn bitterly. "Yes, you ungrateful young reprobate that's exactly what it means.
"I got my two hundred francs worth," the artist of the London Mirror proceeded, "and now I shall feel bound to return you yours the first time I have it," he ended, vaguely. Braith made an impatient gesture. "Are you under arrest?" "Yes, I am. He couldn't help it," smiling agreeably at the Sergeant de Ville. "He saw me hit him." The policeman looked stolid. "But what excuse?" began Braith.
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