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Updated: June 23, 2025
I was convinced of two things; first, that she was telling the truth without concealing anything, and, secondly, that Mr. Lanning was likely to marry a very charming but rather exacting young woman. When I said so to Quarles he annoyed me by remarking that some women were capable of making lies sound much more convincing than the truth.
Andy heard, for his ears were sharpened: "I thought for a minute But it does look like him!" "Aw, Mike, I seen that gent in the barroom the other day. Besides, he's just a kid." "So's this Lanning. I'm going out to look at the poster again. You hold this gent here." "All right. I'll talk to him while you're gone. But be quick. I'll be holdin' a laugh for you, Mike."
"It's the girl you went back to see," he said. "Yes." "Well, then, go ahead and try to win through. I wish you luck. But if you fail, remember what I've said. Now, or ten years from now, what I've said goes for you. Now roll over and sleep. Good-by, Lanning, or, rather, au revoir!"
"You are Jasper Lanning's nephew. That's all I know. What's a name to me? I don't want to know names!" It puzzled Andrew, but the big man ran on smoothly enough: "Lanning ain't a popular name around here, you see? Suppose somebody was to come around and say, 'Seen Lanning? What could I say, if you was here? 'I've got a Lanning here.
He was so intent that he forgot to reply. "May I ask one question?" he said. "That depends." "When you make answer may I know what it is?" "Indeed you may not." They walked back to the parlors. Doctor Lanning and Marie were picking up the rackets at the ping-pong table. Mrs. Whitney had gone into the office for the evening mail.
"About young Lanning?" "Yes." "By the way, if you're out of Hal's country, maybe you know Lanning, too?" "Sure. I've stood as close to him as I am to you." "You don't say so! What sort of a looking fellow is he?" "Well, I'll tell you," said Andrew, and he smiled in an embarrassed manner. "They say he's a ringer for me. Not much of a compliment, is it?" The other gasped, and then laughed heartily.
He ran up the stairs to her room. The door was closed. There was no answer to his knock, and by trying the knob he found that she had locked herself in. And the next moment he could hear her sobbing. He stood for a moment more, listening, and wishing Andrew Lanning dead with all his heart.
She spoke, and it was in the sound of her voice. "Wait!" shouted Andy Lanning as he made a step toward them. But the car went on, rocking over the bumps and the exhaust roaring. Andy became aware that his shout had been only a dry whisper. Besides, what would he say if they did stop?
For Andrew had done what many men failed to do in spite of a score of killings he struck the public fancy. People realized, however vaguely, that here was a unique story of the making of a desperado, and they gathered the story of Andrew Lanning to their hearts. On the whole, it was not an unkindly interest. In reality the sympathy was with the outlaw.
Of course, we did not know what the Silesians had talked about, but to Lanning the minister had remarked that, in view of the political situation, the experiments which had been witnessed that day might prove to be of supreme importance. Lanning expressed gratification that the experiments had been found convincing, and ventured to hope the government would not delay getting to work.
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