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Updated: May 31, 2025
I want to put it all out of sight for your sake and for Gilfoyle's mother's sake, and for the sake of that pretty little Adair lady. I don't know what she's been or done, but she's pretty and she's got a nice, spunky mother. "I'm a good newspaper man, Mr. Dyckman, and that means I've kept quiet about even better stories than I've sprung.
The one thing that restrained Dyckman from offering to buy him out was that he demanded purchase. Like most rich people, Dyckman was the everlasting target of prayers and threats. He could be generous to an appeal, but a demand locked his heart. He answered Gilfoyle's menace, bluntly, "I'll pay you when hell freezes over, and not a cent before."
Jobs are mighty scarce in my line of business. Everybody's poor except the munitions crowd. I wish I knew how to make dynamite." Kedzie pushed her wet hair back from her brow and tore her waist open a little deeper at the throat. This was carrying the joke of marriage a little too far even for her patient soul. Soon Gilfoyle's office was closed to him and he was at home almost all day.
Heaven knows I'd have lived with you long enough before I ever had a decent home. Humph! Well, I guess so! Humph!" Gilfoyle mopped his face again and looked at his handkerchief. One's own blood is very interesting. The sight of his wounds did not touch Kedzie's heart. She could never feel sorry for anybody she was mad at. Gilfoyle's wits were scattered.
Later Kedzie found that Gilfoyle's first intention was to impoverish the rich, elimousinate their wives, and put an end to luxury. It astonished her how furious he got when he read of a ball given by people of wealth, though a Bohemian dance at Webster Hall pleased him very much, even though some of the costumes made Kedzie's Greek vest look prudish.
On this occasion he brought with him a duplicate of the key, and when he unlocked the door for the maid this time he gave her the duplicate and kept the original. And now that he and Gilfoyle had an "open sesame" to the dovecote they grew impatient with delay. Gilfoyle's landlady had also grown impatient with delay, but Connery forced her to wait for what he called the psychological moment.
Jim saw that Gilfoyle's departure had been accepted as a Heaven-sent solution of Kedzie's problems. Abruptly it came to Dyckman that the solution of their problem was the beginning of a whole volume of new problems for him. He recalled that while he had become Kedzie's fiance in ignorance of his predecessor, he had rashly promised to buy off Gilfoyle as soon as he learned of him.
"I'm the husband of that shameless woman; that's who I am," Gilfoyle shrilled, a little cowed by Dyckman's stature. "Oh, you are, are you!" said Dyckman. "Well, you're the very chap I'm looking for. Come in, by all means." Connery, seeing that the initiative was slipping from Gilfoyle's flaccid hand, pushed forward with truculence. "None of that, you big bluff!
"I'd rather meet you at the restaurant." Ferriday smiled. He understood. The poor thing was ashamed of her boarding-house. "Well, Cinderella, let me send my pumpkin for you, at least. I won't come. Where shall my chauffeur find you?" Kedzie whimpered the shabby number of the shabby street. "Shall he ask for Miss Adair, or " Kedzie was inspired: "I live in Mrs. Gilfoyle's flat-partment."
If I had a lot of money now I'd add this story to the list and treat Gilfoyle's folks right without giving you a look-in. But being dead-broke, I thought maybe you'd like to see things done in a decent manner. It's going to be hard enough for that old couple up-State to get Tommie back, as they've got to, without taking any excess heartbreak up in the baggage-car. Do you follow me?"
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