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How about you?" Cunningham addressed the question to Dennison. "Oh, I'm neutral and interested. I've always had a sneaking admiration for a tomfool. They were Shakespeare's best characters. Consider me neutral." Cleigh rose abruptly and stalked from the salon. Cunningham lurched and twisted to the forward passage and disappeared. When next Jane saw him in the light he was bloody and terrible.
But the two of them together, sleeping as peacefully as babes! Dennison had one arm flung behind his head. It gave Cleigh a shock, for he recognized the posture. As a lad Dennison had slept that way. Cunningham's withered leg was folded under his sound one. What had happened? Cleigh shook his head; he could not make it out. Moreover, he could not wake either and demand the solution to the puzzle.
But that was nonsense! Fairy stories had long since gone out of fashion. "When I saw you two together an idea popped into my head. But do you care for the boy?" "I care everything for him or I shouldn't be here!" Cunningham relaxed a little more in his chair, his eyes still closed. "What do you mean by that?" demanded Cleigh. "I let you abduct me.
Cleigh, I have nothing to say so long as the key is on the wrong side of the door." Cleigh heard a chuckle from Cabin Two. "Very well," he said. "Remember, I offered you liberty conditionally. If you suffer inconveniences after to-night you will have only yourself to thank." "Have you calculated that some day you will have to let me go?" "Yes, I have calculated on that."
But they told me afterward that he brought on an average of four children a month, and paid all expenses until they were ready to go forth, if not cured at least greatly bettered. He told the chief that if anybody ever followed him he would never come back. Your father's a hypocrite, Denny." "So that's where I saw you?" said Cleigh, ruminatively. He expanded a little.
It is rather difficult to analyze the moral status of such a man, or that of the man ready to deal with him. Cleigh lowered his book and assumed a listening attitude. Above the patter of the rain he heard the putt-putt of a motor launch. He laid the book on the table and reached for a black cigar, which he lit and began to puff quickly. Louder grew the panting of the motor. It stopped abruptly.
I was to receive five hundred gold for their recovery." "A code key," said Dennison, musing. He knew Cunningham was lying. Anthony Cleigh wasn't the man to run across half the world for a British code key. On the other hand, perhaps it would be wise to let the hotel manager and the Chinaman continue in the belief that the affair concerned a British code. "If I did not know you tolerably well "
So Cleigh was right? A quarter of a million in art treasures! "My word! I never before realized," continued Cunningham, "what a fine thing it is to possess something to stand on firmly a moral plank." Dennison's laughter was sardonic. "Moral plank is good," was his comment. "Miss Norman," said Cunningham, maliciously, "I slept beside the captain this morning, and he snores outrageously."
"Otherwise he would have thought I was offering my hand, that I had weakened." "And you expected him to fall on your shoulder and ask your pardon after that? Mr. Cleigh, for a man of your intellectual attainments, your stand is the biggest piece of stupidity I ever heard of! How in the world was he to know what your thoughts were?" "I was giving him his chance," declared Cleigh, stubbornly.
Not to know if he would ever see them again! There was only one comparison she could bring to bear as an illustration: Cleigh was like a man whose mistress had forsaken him without explanations. She was at once happy and sad: happy that her faith in Cunningham had not been built upon sand, sad that she could not rouse Cleigh's conscience.
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