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"Hammon said something about that," ejaculated Bob, "but I don't believe " Lorelei checked him. "It's quite true." "Merkle said you had nothing to do with it personally," conscientiously explained Mr. Wharton, "and I'm willing to take his word. But that's neither here nor there."
If Lilas had told the whole truth, and if she really cared for Hammon, the affair, despite its clandestine nature, would bear a more favorable construction, and Lorelei could not entirely withhold her sympathy from the offending pair. Of the two Hammon was the more blameworthy; but his domestic unhappiness in a measure canceled his guilt so, at least, said the code under which Lorelei lived.
"There's nothing else to do, if this But I can't imagine what possessed you." She eyed him silently with an expression he could not fathom, then asked, "Tell me, do you really care for me?" Jarvis Hammon was a virile, headstrong man; his world had come suddenly, inexplicably to an end. His voice was hoarse, as he answered: "Do you think I'd have made a fool of myself if I hadn't?
Her eyes were fixed upon Hammon, but her out-flung arms were pressed against the support at her back as if she felt herself growing weak. "You did it yourself. I warned you." The man merely remained motionless, staring. But there was something shocking in the paralysis that held him and fixed his face in that distorted mold of speechless amazement.
Hammon started; a frown drew his brows together. His mind groped back through the years and memory faintly stirred, but she gave him no leisure to speak. "I was waiting outside with his dinner-bucket, along with the other women. I saw him go. I saw you kill him " "LILAS! Good God, are you crazy?" he burst forth. "It was murder." "Murder?" "It was. You did it. You killed him."
It so happened at a time when he and the other ministers were in momentary disgrace, that a satire full of biting wit and raillery appeared, directed especially against the cardinal, and this satire had been attributed to Hammon, who was known to share, as was natural, her mistress's hatred of Richelieu.
The electric locomotive and the private car were hurled toward the Pas Alos Range at a speed that almost frightened some of the guests. "Three-quarters of an hour!" gasped one man as they began to see the outskirts of Hammon. "And ninety-six miles? Great Scott, Bartholomew! that's over two miles a minute!" "That is the speed we set out to get," Mr.
Hammon is entertaining a crowd of other steel men, and a stag supper is either dull or devilish, so he has invited a good-looking partner for each male guest. It 'll be thoroughly refined, and it's being done every night." "I know it is. Tell me, is Lorelei Knight a regular er frequenter of these affairs?" "Sure. It's part of the graft." "I see."
It now occurred to the conspirators to accuse Grandier of being the real author of the satire; and it was asserted that he had learned from Hammon all the details of the cardinal's private life, the knowledge of which gave so much point to the attack on him; if they could once succeed in making Richelieu believe this, Grandier was lost.
"If you don't mind I'll doze on the way in, and try to figure out the next move in this Hammon affair." The return trip was another hurtling rush through the night, in a silence broken only by Merkle's demand for more speed whenever the machine slackened its labor. The miles wheeled past; the Sound lay to the right.
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