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Updated: June 22, 2025


"Your time is to come; you'll have your 'whack at life' yet." "It would be acceptable, if only to feel that I had realized one or two of the dreams of youth the dreams an unhappy lad consoled himself with." "What were they?" inquired Larcher. "What were they not, that is fine and pleasant? I had my share of diverse ambitions, or diverse hopes, at least.

"I can swear I don't see the slightest resemblance between Mr. Turl and Murray Davenport," said Larcher. "You can swear you know he is Murray Davenport, all the same." "And when my lawyer asks him how he knows," said Turl, "he can only say, from the story I told to-night. Can he swear that story is true, of his own separate knowledge? No. Can he swear I wasn't spinning a yarn for amusement? No."

Rogers, who thought you might like to illustrate this stuff of mine," and Larcher brought forth the typewritten manuscript from under his coat. "It's so unprecedented," resumed Davenport, in his leisurely, reflective way of speaking. "I can scarcely help thinking there must be some mistake." "But you are the Murray Davenport that illustrated the 'Heart in Peril' story?"

Bagley drew a deep sigh, curtly thanked the criminologist, and rose, saying to Larcher: "Well, you better turn over the stakes to your friend, I guess." "You're not going yet, are you?" said Larcher. "Yes, sir. I lose this bet; but I'll try my story on the police just the same. Truth is mighty and will prevail."

Feeling somewhat foolish, Larcher feigned an interest in the show of books for a few seconds, and then went his way, leaving the young man before the window. Larcher presently looked back; the young man was still there, still gazing at the books. Apparently he was not taking further note of Larcher's movements.

Larcher instantly boarded an up-town car, with the better hope of finding Edna at home because the weather had turned blowy and snowy to a degree which threatened a howling blizzard. His hope was justified.

He released me from the promise we were talking about yesterday." "Good! That's excellent news!" "It's the news we had ready for you when you brought us such a disappointment," bemoaned Edna. "It's news that will change the world for Davenport," replied Larcher. "I must find him now. If he only knew what was waiting for him, he wouldn't be long missing."

At the end of that interview, Larcher had said that for the second day thereafter he was engaged; Hence he had appointed the third day for his next meeting with Davenport. The engagement for the second day was, to spend the afternoon with Edna Hill at a riding-school.

How it paid him might be inferred from the oldness of his clothes and the ricketiness of his office. There was a card saying "Back in ten minutes" on the door which he opened to admit Larcher and himself.

"Oh, they've only just got settled back in town," answers Edna, evasively. "What do you think of the old gentleman?" "He seems a rather queer sort. Do you know him very well?" "Well enough. He's one of those people whose dream in life is to make money out of their children." "What! Then I did put my foot in it!" Larcher tells of the brief conversation he had with Mr. Kenby.

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