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Farland demanded suddenly. "I see that you do. One little word from me in the proper quarter, old man, and you'll be doing time. You've sailed pretty close to the edge of the law a lot of times, and once, I know, you slipped over the edge a bit." "I I hope, sir " "You'd better hope that you can keep on the good side of me," Jim Farland told him. "If there is anything I can do, Mr. Farland "
The clothing merchant and the barber furnish the alibi." An expression of consternation was in George Lerton's face, and Jim Farland was quick to notice it. "Of course, I am glad for Sidney's sake," Lerton said. "But I had really believed that he had killed Shepley. It caused me a bit of trouble, too." "How do you mean?" Farland asked. "Shepley was a sort of client of mine," Lerton said.
Farland had been quiet, gathering his strength, and suddenly he began to struggle. It was nothing worse than annoyance for his opponents. He was unable to make an outcry that would attract attention, and he was unable to put up an effective fight. They threw him upon the ground again and held him there.
And then the masked man faced toward him again, his eyes glittering through his mask. "Sometimes it isn't healthy to know whose picture is in the rogues' gallery!" he said. He went from the room. After a short argument one of the men remained to guard Farland, and the other went away. Farland spent a night of agony.
"Do you suppose you could tell the truth?" "Yes, sir." "I'm going to give you a chance. If you tell the truth, I may forget something I know, for the time being. But, if you shouldn't tell the truth well, my memory is excellent when I want to exercise it." Farland stepped to the door and beckoned, and Murk hurried across the street and entered the shop. "Ever see this man before?"
After Farland's other visit, the youth had decided to be a detective when he grew up. "I am to go right in important business," Farland said. "Never mind announcing me." The willing boy opened the gate, and Farland hurried across to the door of the private office.
Farland had said nothing concerning Kate Gilbert, for he was not ready to let George Lerton know that he suspected any connection of Miss Gilbert with the Rufus Shepley case. Farland was not certain himself what that connection would be, and he knew it would be foolish to say anything that would put Lerton on guard and make the mystery more difficult of solution.
"You been behaving yourself lately?" "What do you mean, Mr. Farland? I've been trying to get along, but business ain't been any too good the last year." "Save that song for somebody who doesn't know better!" Farland advised him. "Change the record when you play me a tune." "Yes, sir. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Farland?" "Remember a little deal a couple of years ago?"
He found Prale pacing the floor angrily, and Murk sitting in a corner and watching him. The police detective, after doing duty for a few days, had been withdrawn, as it seemed evident that Prale had no intention of jumping his bail or eluding trial in any other way. "What's the trouble now?" Farland asked. "Coadley has just been here," Prale replied. "He has quit us.
Prale demanded. "I never saw the woman until I met her at a social affair in Honduras. What could she or any of her people have against me?" "Perhaps it was the maid," Farland said. "She could have done it, of course, the same as Kate Gilbert," Prale said. "But the same difficulty holds good why?
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