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There was nothing he could do which would make the run of events worse than they already were for Clancy. What had happened showed the folly of putting any trust in a desperado. It was through Clancy's efforts that Katz had been freed from his dangerous predicament in Captain Hogan's bungalow.
Clancy had a lover when she was in the th?" "Certainly, Captain Rayner. We supposed it was commonly known. He was a fine-looking, black-eyed, dark-haired, dashing fellow, of good education, a great swell among the men the short time he was with us, and Mrs. Clancy made a dead set at him from the start. He never seemed to care for her very much."
He pressed a buzzer the snuff-brown secretary buzzer. "Tell Clancy I want him. Now." He had not glanced up, or taken his eyes from Fanny. She was aware of feeling a little uncomfortable, but elated, too. She moved toward the door. Fenger stood at his desk. "Wait a minute." Fanny waited. Still Fenger did not speak.
Katz was interested at once. "What's the matter with your shoulder?" he asked. "You ought to know. I'm pretty sure you're the one who put a bullet into it." "I got an alibi for that," muttered Katz, stepping into the boat and adjusting the oars. Clancy followed him. "The idea is, Hill," said Clancy, "to get the money from Wynn.
For the rest, that part of New York's great waterway was dim and impalpable. Try as he might, the detective could see no small craft afloat. The yacht's gig, waiting at the clubhouse, was hidden from view. He sped rapidly down the steps, and found the patrolman. "That you, Nolan?" he said. The man peered at him. "Oh, Mr. Clancy, is it?" he replied. "You know Senator Meiklejohn by sight?"
The officers were just beginning to pour forth from head-quarters when the group of ladies finally got under way again and Miss Travers closed the door. It was now useless to return to her letter: so she strolled into the parlor just as she heard her sister's voice at the kitchen door: "Come right in here, Mrs. Clancy. Now, quick, what is it?"
"Wynn," he continued, "I'm going to leave you here to get Clancy & Wynn started in the old Rockwell garage. It will give you plenty to occupy your mind. While you're hard at it, I'm going to soldier and have a good time. Here's where I hit the Happy Trail!" "What in the deuce is the Happy Trail?" queried Wynn. "Ferguson will tell you about it.
Clancy was pleased with the conceit and the delicate compliment implied, but he was already impressed with the idea that his hostess was the most cosmopolitan girl that he had ever met. She piqued his curiosity, and he led her to talk of her experiences abroad. Apparently she had been as much at home in Europe as in America, and had been received in the highest social circles everywhere.
Then he seized Steingall's hand and wrung it warmly. "Hermione and I have been wondering what we can do to show our sense of gratitude to you and Mr. Clancy," he said. "Nothing, sir," broke in the detective. "It was all in the way of business, so to speak." "Yes, and our recognition of your services will take shape in that direction," said Curtis.
The idea of letting a tired girl's weakness disturb you! You will soon be as ill as Mr. Clancy." "I'm only stating a fact." "Well, facts are very queer nowadays. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised at anything." "Yet you are a continual surprise to me, Miss Bodine. Do you think I've forgotten anything since you carried Mrs. Bodine out of her tottering house?" "Oh, Mr.
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