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And now that he no longer needs it for you, is there any reason why he should wait?" "Every reason," replied Milsom, and Stanford Beale nodded in agreement. "It was not only for me he wanted it. He as good as told me that unless he recovered it he would be unable to communicate with his men." "What do you think he'll do?" "He'll get Bridgers to assist him.
Stanford Beale pushed back the microscope and seated himself on the edge of the bench. "You addressed me as Bridgers," he said, "you will find Mr. Bridgers in a room behind that stack of boxes. The fact is he surprised me spying and was all for shooting me up, but I induced him to come into my private office, so to speak, and the rest was easy he dopes, doesn't he? He hadn't the strength of a rat.
They walked down the stone stairs, through an untidy, low-roofed lobby, redolent of cooking food, into the street, without challenge and without attracting undue notice. Van Heerden's car was waiting at the end of the street, and she thought she recognized the chauffeur as Bridgers.
Mebby another of them heart-ballum cases of Bob's," hazarded Pop Bridgers, who read nothing unless it was printed on pink paper, and who refused to believe that any good could come out of a city. "Ain't that right, Loney? Hain't she a heart-ballum girl of Bob's?" From the saddle Lone stared down impassively at Pop and Pop's companions. "I don't know a thing about her," he stated emphatically.
"M'sieur, m'sieur," he cried, "that imbecile Bridgers!" "What's wrong?" Van Heerden sprang to his feet. "I think he is mad. He is dancing about the grounds, singing, and he has with him the preparation!" Van Heerden rapped out an oath and leapt through the door, the doctor at his heels.
He has been trying to suck him dry, and has had two interviews with him. I told you to send him to Deans Folly. Bridgers would have taken care of him." "Bridgers can look after nothing," said Milsom. His eyes roved along the benches and stopped at a worker at the farther end of the room. "He's quiet to-night," he said, "that fellow is too full of himself for my liking.
"Hello, Bridgers," said van Heerden addressing the latter, "you've been talking." "Well, who doesn't?" snarled the man. He pulled the tortoiseshell box from his pocket, opened the lid and took a pinch from its contents, snuffling the powder luxuriously. "That stuff will kill you one of these days," said van Heerden. "It will make him better-tempered," growled the hairless man.
"Why do you want to marry me?" "I can tell you that now," he said: "Because you are a very rich woman and I want your money, half of which comes to me on my marriage." "Then the man spoke the truth!" She sat up suddenly, but the effort made her head swim. He caught her by the shoulders and laid her gently down. "What man not that babbling idiot, Bridgers?"
If I didn't get interested in something I'd go mad," chuckled Bridgers. He had reached that stage of cocaine intoxication when the world was a very pleasant place indeed and full of subject for jocularity. "This place is getting right on my nerves," he went on, "couldn't I go to London? I'm stagnating here. Why, some of the stuff I cultivated the other day wouldn't react. Isn't that so, Milsom?
Milsom, a doctor, convicted of murder in the 'nineties; Bridgers, an American chemist with two convictions for illicit trading in drugs; Gregory who seems to be his factotum and general assistant, convicted in Manchester for saccharine smuggling; and a girl called Glaum, who is an alien, charged during the war for failing to register." "But against van Heerden?" "Nothing.
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