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Horser's cheeks, but he struggled to keep his composure. "Will you give me back that report?" "When I have read it, with pleasure," Mr. Sabin answered. "Before, no." Mr. Horser swallowed an exceedingly vicious oath. He struck the table lightly with his forefinger. "Look here," he said. "If you'd lived in New York a couple of years, even a couple of months, you wouldn't talk like that.
They can't budge you. We'll see to that. We hold New York in our hands. Be a man, Mace, and run a little risk. It's fifty thousand." Mace looked up at him curiously. "What do you get out of it, Horser?" Horser's face hardened. "Not one cent!" he declared fiercely. "Only if I fail it might be unpleasant for me next time I crossed." "I don't know!" Mace declared weakly. "I don't know what to do.
They crossed the hall and entered the elevator. Mr. Horser's face began to clear. In a moment or two they would be in Mr. Sabin's sitting-room-alone. He regarded with satisfaction the other's slim, delicate figure and the limp with which he moved. He felt that the danger was already over. BUT, after all, things did not exactly turn out as Mr. Horser had imagined.
There was a knock at the door. A man who was still playing looked up. He was about fifty years of age, clean shaven, with vacuous eyes and a weak mouth. He was the host of the party. "Come in!" he shouted. A young man entered in a long black overcoat and soft hat. He looked about him without surprise, but he seemed to note Mr. Horser's presence with some concern.
Horser's face was a very ugly sight. "Oh, curse my official position," he exclaimed thickly. "If you want proof of what I say you shall have it in less than five minutes. Skinner, be off and fetch a couple of constables." "I really must protest," Mr. Sabin said. "Mr. Skinner is my guest, and I will not have him treated in this fashion, just as the terrapin is coming in, too. Sit down, Mr.
"Where the devil's the sense in a charge like that?" he answered fiercely. "The man's a millionaire. He'll turn the tables on us nicely." "We've got to keep him till after the Campania sails, anyhow," Horser said doggedly. "We're not going to keep him ten minutes," Mace replied. "I'm going to sign the order for his release." Horser's speech was thick with drunken fury.
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