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You cannot hope to make a profitable deal out of that. Dear me! It seems only a few minutes ago that I heard your interesting friend, Mr. Skinner, shake with laughter at the mention of such a thing as a secret society." "Skinner is a blasted fool," Horser exclaimed fiercely. "Listen here, Mr. Sabin.
"Put him to bed give him a sleeping draught if you've got one." The servant bent over the unconscious man. "Hadn't I better fetch a doctor, sir?" he asked. "I'm afraid he's hurt." "Not he!" Horser answered contemptuously. "He's cut his cheek a little, that's all. Put him to bed. Say I shall be round again by nine o'clock." Horser put on his coat and left the house.
Then Horser saw the door leading into the bed-chamber, and flung himself against it with a hoarse cry of rage. "Break it open!" he cried to the policemen. They hammered upon it with their clubs. Mr. Sabin's quiet voice came to them from the other side. "Pray do not disturb me, gentlemen," he said. "I am reading." "Break it open, you damned fools!" Horser cried.
"Guess it didn't seem worth while," Skinner answered. "There's nothing in the darned thing." "You ignorant fool, hold your tongue," was the fierce reply. The newcomer sank into a chair and wiped the perspiration from his streaming forehead. Mr. Sabin signaled to a waiter. "You seem upset, Mr. Horser," he remarked politely. "Allow me to offer you a glass of wine." Mr.
"This sounds very shocking," he remarked. "I had no idea that the largest city of the most enlightened country in the world was in such a sorry plight." "Oh, curse your sarcasm," Mr. Horser said. "I'm talking facts, and you've got to know them. Will you give up that report? You can find out all there is in it for yourself. But I'm going to give it you straight.
Horser did not immediately reply, but he accepted the glass which the waiter brought him, and after a moment's hesitation drained its contents. Then he turned to Mr. Sabin. "You said nothing about those letters you had had when you came to see me this morning!" "It was you yourself," Mr. Sabin reminded him, "who begged me not to enter into particulars. You sent me on to Mr. Skinner.
Sabin helped himself to fish, and made a careful examination of the sauce. "After all," he said meditatively, "I am not sure that I was wise in insisting upon a sauce piquante. I beg your pardon, Mr. Horser. Please do not think me inattentive, but I am very hungry. So, I believe, is my friend, Mr. Skinner. Will you not join us or perhaps you have already dined?" There was an ugly flush in Mr.
The paper which you saw me hand to the porter in the hall as we stepped into the elevator was a despatch in cipher to the English Ambassador at Washington, claiming his protection. If you take me to prison to-night you will have him to deal with to-morrow." Mr. Horser bore himself in defeat better than at any time during the encounter. He turned to the constables.
It's twelve hours, Horser, and the charge is ridiculous." "You have me behind you." "I can't tell them that at Washington," Mace said. "It's a fact, all the same. Don't be so damned nervous." Mace dismissed his clerk, and found his other guests, too, on the point of departure. But the last had scarcely left before a servant entered with another despatch. "Release Souspennier."
"Go down stairs and wait for me in the hall," he ordered. "You too, Skinner." They left the room. Horser turned to Mr. Sabin, and the veins on his forehead stood out like whipcord. "I know when I'm beaten," he said. "Keep your report, and be damned to you.
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