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"That's the way I like to hear a man talk," cried Deede Dawson. "Dunsmore has been away for a time on business I can make a guess at, but he is coming back soon. Should you know him if you saw him?" "Should I know him?" repeated Dunn contemptuously. "Should I know myself?" "That's good," said Deede Dawson again.
Dunsmore, one of the family; he manages everything now the old gentleman is getting so feeble." Ella walked on frowning and a little worried, for she thought she had seen the secretary before and yet could not remember where. Soon she noticed Dunn, who had apparently been obeying Deede Dawson's orders to look round outside and get to know the lie of the land.
"And if you can arrange for Rupert Dunsmore to be there at that time all right, I'll answer for the rest." "You needn't be uneasy about that," Deede Dawson said, and laughed. "You see, I know his plans," he repeated, and laughed again; and still laughing that chill, mirthless way of his, he turned and walked back towards the house.
"Yes," she replied reluctantly, "I'll have to admit this is my very first game, but I understand the rules. Grace has explained them to me. I hope our boys will win." "If the Dunsmore boys are in good trim, I'm afraid they'll give us a stiff pull," observed David, "but the stiffer the pull the more interesting it is to watch, so long as they don't lick us."
But today he was to come, for everything was finally in order, and, though this she did not know till later, Walter Dunsmore had at last been discovered, dead from poison self-administered, in a wretched lodging in an East End slum.
Under his direction the jury had returned a verdict of "justifiable homicide," and Ella's illness had had at least one good result of making it impossible for her to attend to give her evidence in person. At a trial, of course, everything would have had to be told in full, but both Allen, Deede Dawson's accomplice, and Walter Dunsmore, his instigator and employer, had vanished utterly.
"I told Deede Dawson Rupert Dunsmore was my worst enemy, and that's true enough, for I think every man's worst enemy is himself." "I wish I had none worse," muttered Walter. "I think you haven't, old chap," Dunn said smilingly. "But come across the road. It'll be safer on the common. Deede Dawson is so cunning one is never safe from him. One can never be sure he isn't creeping up behind."
"Tell me what I'm to do," Walter Dunsmore said. "There's a whole lot I don't understand yet," Dunn continued slowly. "I suppose it was that that was making me feel so jolly down before you came. I don't feel sure somehow not sure. Deede Dawson is such a cunning brute. He seems to have laid his whole hand bare, and yet there may be cards up his sleeve still.
Toward's morning he got an hour's sound rest, and he was down stairs in good time. He did not see Ella, but he heard her moving about, so knew that she was safe as yet; and Deede Dawson gave him some elaborate parting instructions, a little money, and a loaded revolver. "I don't know that I want that," said Dunn. "My hands will be all I need once I'm face to face with Rupert Dunsmore."
"The stuff's well guarded, and then, that's not what I'm thinking about it's meeting Rupert Dunsmore, man to man, and no one to come between us. If that ever happens " Deede Dawson nodded reassuringly. "That'll be all right," he said. "So you shall, I promise you that. But we might as well kill two birds with one stone and clear a bit of profit, too.
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