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Now, about this treasure-business: You know, of course, that you'll have to drop it, that you'll have to give up every cent of it to the Government? If you can't find the cache, up North, where Hade used to send it when he lugged it away from here, it is likely to go a bit hard with you. I'm going to do all I can to get you clear. Not for your own sake, but for your sister's.
And, for a space, all stood gazing in silence at the awesome spectacle. Roke broke the spell by tugging at Hade's coat, and urging eagerly: "Best get out, at the double-quick, Boss! This blaze is due to bring folks a-runnin', an' !" "Well?" inquired Hade, impatiently. "What then? They'll find us looking at a burning tree. Is there any law against that?
A house I had a lot of trouble in getting a foothold in. It's taken me the best part of a month. And now I don't mean to spend another month in getting back there." "No, sir," said Davy, respectfully, still plodding on. in front with head and shoulders bent. "No, sir. Of course. But if you'll let me ask, sir does Hade know? Does he suspicion you?
On the veranda, framed in the newly unshuttered window-space, stood four Secret Service men, grimly on guard. Hade strode to one window after the other, with the cranky mien and action of a thwarted child, and slammed the shutters together, barring out the sinister sight of his guards. Gavin did not try to prevent him from this act of boyish spite.
If a blow is worth hitting at all it's worth hitting to kill. You have the strength of an elephant, and the nerve of a sheep." "Rodney!" protested Claire, indignantly. "He " "I've seen his face. somewhere," went on Hade unheeding. "I could swear to that. I can't place it. yet. But I shall. Meantime get rid of him. And now I'll hear about this attack on you .... Come out on the veranda.
"Back in the boat, you were starting to tell me how you sat on the veranda, one night, and heard a cry in the swamp and then saw a white figure emerge from the path. Yes? I have a notion that that white figure was responsible for the cry, and that your brother and Rodney Hade were responsible for both.
He wasn't at all sure the man Gallegher suspected was Hade; he feared he might get himself into trouble by making a false arrest, and if it should be the man, he was afraid the local police would interfere. "We've no time to argue or debate this matter," said Dwyer, warmly. "We agree to point Hade out to you in the crowd.
It's all part of the old Indian-shelter stunts that this house's builders were so daft about, a hundred years ago. Hade must have blundered on it or studied it out, one of those times when he used to go poking around in the tunnel, all by himself. And " "Did Mr. Brice find him?" interposed Claire. "Not he!" said Milo, less buoyantly. "Rodney had a good ten minutes start of us.
That sentence won't be imposed, in full, I imagine, in times of peace. But your war record will earn you an extra sentence that will come close to keeping you in Atlanta Penitentiary for life. I believe I am the only member of the Department who knows that Major Heidenhoff of the Wilhelmstrasse and Rodney Hade are the same man.
And, by the way," he went on, pettishly, still smarting under his own renunciation, "tell Hade with my compliments that if he had lived as long in Southern Florida as I have, he'd know mocking birds don't sing here in mid-February, and he'd devise some other signal to use when he comes ashore by way of that path and wants to know if the coast is clear."
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