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"You look like a madman!" Lerton said. "Why on earth are you looking at me like that? You look as if you were ill " The expression in Farland's face made him stop, and he appeared to be a bit disconcerted. "Why did you kill Rufus Shepley?" Jim Farland demanded suddenly in a voice that seemed to sting. Lerton's face went white for an instant. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged.
"Thought you might try something like that!" Jim Farland growled. "Couldn't have pleased me better won't have to waste time tying you up now. You'll be dead to the world for a few minutes at least!" Farland darted to the door, opened it, went into the hall and closed the door again. He passed through the house noiselessly.
I didn't know where that letter came from, you see." "Had an idea it came from some boss, didn't you?" "I didn't know and I didn't dare take a chance, Mr. Farland. You know how it is?" "I know how it is with a man who has busted a few laws and knows he ought to be pinched!" "Did I make some sort of a mistake, sir? What should I do now?"
And we'll get you, too, Mr. Prale, before very long. Don't think we'll not!" The man at the other end of the wire hung up his receiver. Prale paced the floor and told Murk of the conversation. "They've got Farland!" Prale exclaimed. "They probably got him last night, decoyed him in some way. Well, Murk, if that is the truth, and I imagine that it is, we'll have to do our sleuthing ourselves."
"I don't know, I'm sure," Farland said. "But it seems peculiar to me that Sid would tell a rotten falsehood like that. Doesn't it look peculiar to you?" "I must confess that it does not," George Lerton replied. "I suppose it was the first thing that came into his head.
My one hope was in running Sid out of town as quickly as possible, and so I did everything I could think of to bring about that end." "How about that fountain pen found beside the body?" Farland asked. "When I was talking to Sid that night on the Avenue, his coat was open and I saw the pen. Something seemed to tell me to take it, that it might be used against him some time.
Murk started to speak, then thought better of it and went from the room slowly, anger flushing his face. Sidney Prale faced the captain of detectives again. "No matter what you think, I am innocent, and know that my innocence can be proved," Prale said. "You are only doing your duty, of course. I want Jim Farland to attend to things for me. He is an old friend of mine and he is an honest man.
The detective pulled out his last money and paid the chauffeur. "You're got more coming, son, but this is all I have with me," Farland said. "Drop in at my office any time after ten to-morrow morning and get it." "Yes, Mr. Farland and thanks!" "You're a good boy, but keep your mouth shut!" Farland told him.
For half an hour longer the car made its way across the country, and then Farland noticed that it left the principal thoroughfare and turned into a rough, narrow lane that was bordered with big trees. At the end of a quarter of a mile of this lane, the chauffeur brought the car to a stop. Farland could see a building that had the appearance of being an abandoned farmhouse.
Farland was a few feet behind him, and got into the same car when Lerton caught a downtown train. He followed when Lerton got off and went up to the street level again, and now the broker made his way through the throngs and along the narrow streets until he finally came to the financial district.
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