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Grimsby's face changed to ashen gray, as he timidly clutched Shirley's sleeve. "Then cooperate with me. You understand now the nature of this villain's work: to rob and assassinate his victim in the company of a girl, so that this would endeavor to hush the scandal, without reporting it to the police.
"You need not worry at all about me now," and Grimsby's eyes twinkled. He was thinking of the surprise he had in store for this woman, so he could take her words with good grace. "But money isn't everything, madame. Just think of that poor girl who drowned herself last night at Benton's wharf. She had all the good things of life, and yet she was not happy." "What girl?" Mrs. Hampton asked.
Just you wait." "But suppose you are not Lord Donaster's son?" Grimsby's question was very deliberate, but it had an immediate effect. "Not his son! What are you driving at, anyway? Stop your nonsense. If I am not Lord Donaster's son, who am I, then?" "You are an impostor, that's what you are. There is no Lord Donaster. Your father is a shoemaker in the State of New Jersey.
Then, when you get the girl and the money you can give me some more." Grimsby's eyes twinkled as he made this suggestion, and he watched to see the effect upon Donaster. "And you promise that you'll not squeal on me if I do this?" "Sure. I'll do almost anything for money like yourself, eh?" "Do you think you can find the girl?" "Leave that to me, sir.
Did you know that?" Grimsby's face was purple with angry mortification, but Shirley would not be gainsaid. "I am acting in this matter as a friend of Howard Van Cleft," he continued. "Your three friends have met their deaths at the hand of a cunning conspirator.
The case has gone against us. I knew Judge Rossmore's decision would be for the other side. Public opinion is aroused. The press " Mr. Grimsby's red face grew more apoplectic as he blurted out: "Public opinion and the press be d -d. Who cares for public opinion? What is public opinion, anyhow? This road can manage its own affairs or it can't. If it can't I for one quit railroading. The press!
He returned to the library, where he lost himself in the rare old volumes of Grimsby's life collection: the criminologist was a booklover and the hours drifted by as in a happy playtime, until the butler came to tell him the time. "Great Scott! I must hurry. Call a taxi, for me. I will go to Holloway's office to learn where Miss Marigold has been ensconced."
Helene's faint smile expressed volumes, as she turned toward the modest Shirley with a bow of condescension. "This is Pinkie, one of old Grimsby's sweethearts, Mr. Shirley. I'm sure you'll like her." "Are you Montague Shirley?" demanded the auburn-haired coquette with sudden interest.
The case has gone against us. I knew Judge Rossmore's decision would be for the other side. Public opinion is aroused. The press " Mr. Grimsby's red face grew more apoplectic as he blurted out: "Public opinion and the press be d d. Who cares for public opinion? What is public opinion, anyhow? This road can manage its own affairs or it can't. If it can't I for one quit railroading. The press!
"What in h are you driving at?" Donaster roared. "What has 'mission' and 'patience' to do with your visit here? If you don't explain at once I'll kick you out of the room or have you arrested." "Go slow, young man, go slow." The smile passed suddenly from Grimsby's face, and his eyes contracted. "I am here on business, special business, and it concerns you.
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