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But remember that you and I have a score to settle, and you can ask those who know me how often Dick Horser comes out underneath in the long run." He followed the others. Mr. Sabin sat down in his easy-chair with a quiet smile upon his lips. Once more he glanced through the brief report. Then his eyes half closed, and he sat quite still a tired, weary-looking man, almost unnaturally pale.
I told him everything." Mr. Horser leaned over the table. His eyes were bloodshot, his tone was fierce and threatening. Mr. Sabin was coldly courteous. The difference between the demeanour of the two men was remarkable. "You knew what those letters meant! This is a plot! Where is Skinner's report?" Mr. Sabin raised his eyebrows. He signaled to the head-waiter.
Skinner continued their dinner. Conversation was a little difficult, though Mr. Sabin showed no signs of an impaired appetite. Skinner was white with fear, and glanced every now and then nervously at his chief. Mr. Horser smoked without ceasing, and maintained an ominous silence. Mr. Sabin at last, with a sigh, rose, and lighting a cigarette, took his stick from the waiter and prepared to leave.
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.
I have been a diplomatist all my life," Mr. Sabin said, rising slowly to his feet, and with a sudden intent look upon his face, "and if I were to be outwitted by such a novice as you I should deserve to end my days in New York." Mr. Horser rose also to his feet. A smile of triumph was on his lips. "Well," he said, "we Come in! Come in!" The door was thrown open. Skinner and two policemen entered.
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.
"Well," he said, "I've a shocking memory for names, but yours is Mr. Horser, isn't it? I heard it for the first time this morning, and my memory will generally carry me through four-and-twenty hours." There was a moment's silence. Horser was no fool. He accepted his defeat and dropped the bully. "You're a stranger in this city, Mr.
"You will not have it," Mr. Sabin answered. "You can take that for granted. You shall not take it from me by force, and I will see that you do not charm it out of my pocket by other means. The information which it contains is of the utmost possible importance to me. I have bought it and paid for it, and I shall use it." Mr. Horser moistened his dry lips.
But if the giving it up will procure me the privilege of your departure, pray take it." Horser was purple with rage. He pointed with shaking fist to the still, calm figure. "Arrest him," he ordered. "Take him to the cells." Mr. Sabin shrugged his shoulders. "I am ready," he said, "but it is only fair to give you this warning. I am the Duke of Souspennier, and I am well known in England and France.
Skinner, sit down. I will settle this matter with you in my room, Mr. Horser, after I have dined. I will not even discuss it before." Mr. Horser opened his mouth twice, and closed it again. He knew that his opponent was simply playing to gain time, but, after all, he held the trump card. He could afford to wait. He turned to a waiter and ordered a cigar. Mr. Sabin and Mr.
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