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Updated: May 14, 2025
"I shouldn't be likely to leave things I risk my life for about my bedroom," she told him. "Where is it, then the real thing?" he asked. She smiled. "If you must know, Jimmy," she confided, dropping her voice, "it's in a little compartment of a silk belt around my waist. It will remain there until I get to Washington, or until Mr. Haskall comes to me." "Haskall, the Government explosives man?"
"I accept," she declared. "That is Mr. Haskall. And, by the bye, Mr. Lutchester, don't order too elaborate a dinner, for I am very much afraid you will have to eat it all yourself. Now, au revoir," she added, as the door was opened in obedience to her summons and a servant stood prepared to show him out. "If we don't turn up to-night, you will know the reason."
Her hand was tearing at the cushion by her side. She moistened her lips. There was something about Lutchester hatefully convincing. "What do you mean?" she demanded. "Is this a trick. You won't get it! No one but Mr. Haskall will get that formula from me!" Lutchester smiled. "It will only puzzle him when he gets it! To tell you the truth, the formula is rubbish."
"To continue," Lutchester said, playing with a little ornament upon the mantelpiece, "you have an appointment within half an hour, I believe with Mr. Paul Haskall, who is a specialist in explosives, having an official position with the American Government." She had ceased to struggle any longer with her surprise. She looked at him fixedly but remained silent.
"I don't believe you," she said firmly. "If you think you are going to interfere with my handing it over to him, you are mistaken." "I have no wish to do anything of the sort," Lutchester assured her. "Make a bargain with me. Mr. Haskall will be here soon. Unfasten the little package you are carrying somewhere about your person, hand him the envelope and watch his face.
Dr. Young subsequently removed to a farm near St. Louis, in the same State. Having been elected a Member of the Legislature, he devolved the management of his farm upon an overseer, having, what to his unhappy victims must have been the ironical name of "Friend Haskall." The mother and child were now separated.
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