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I fancy you can find a means of inducing Sonnino here to keep his mouth shut; and I fancy that of the two evils holding young Archman as a club over his father, or of your employers facing their trial and conviction you can convince the 'Private Club Ring' that the lesser, the lesser as regards your risk, say, is to face that trial and conviction. Do I make myself plain Laroque?
He played Littleton Coke, Sir Harcourt Courtly, old Laroque in which he gave a wonderful picture of the working of remorse in the frail and failing brain of age and Nicholas Rue, in Secrets worth Knowing, a sinister and thrilling embodiment of avarice and dotage. He played Dr.
You told me you knew a man who would lend it to me. That's why I came here with you, and then and then you held me here with your revolver, and began to open that safe." "Sure!" returned Laroque, for the third time. "Sure that's right! Well, what's the answer?" "This!" cried the boy wildly. "I don't know what your game is, but this is my answer!
His face, haggard and drawn, was the face of one damned. "Good-night!" said Laroque callously. "You know the way out! You've got till four o'clock. If you're not back here then " He shrugged his shoulders significantly. "You see, I'm not even asking you what you are going to do. We don't care. It's up to you. Either way suits us. And now beat it!"
But the smile was gone as he leaned back in his seat after giving Benson his directions speed, and a corner a few blocks away from Chatham Square he was not so sure that it was all right. It was entirely a question of time. Given the time and the opportunity Niccolo Sonnino out of the road, for instance given twenty minutes ahead of Clarie Archman and Gentleman Laroque, it would be simple enough.
On going to Senor Laroque, another of my Cameta friends, I was relieved of my embarrassment, for I found there an English gentleman, Mr. Patchett of Pernambuco, who was visiting Para and its neighbourhood on his way to England, and who, as he was going back to Para in a small boat with four paddles, which would start at midnight, kindly offered me a passage.
A dull glimmer of light filtered through the doorway, but from the position in which he lay Jimmie Dale could distinguish nothing in the inner room itself. "All right! That'll do!" Laroque growled presently. The light went out. Jimmie Dale crept forward again. And now he gained the rear wall of the room, and crouched down close against it between the two doorways.
I see some wrapping paper and string over there on top of the safe. Get it!" The man obeyed mechanically, in a stupefied sort of way, and placed several of the sheets and a quantity of string upon the table. Laroque, silent, sullen, under the spell of Jimmie Dale's automatic, watched the proceedings without a word.
The boy's hands, clenched, were raised above his head, and then shaken almost maniacally in Gentleman Laroque's face. "It's a lie! I I don't understand, but but you two, you devils, are together in this!" "Sure!" retorted Laroque, as insolently as before and flung the other's hands away. "Sure, we are!" "It's a lie!" said the boy again. "I was in a hole. I needed money.
"Now," said Jimmie Dale, and an icy note began to creep into the velvet tones, "you two are going to make the first charitable contribution you ever made in your lives say, to one of the city hospitals. Make as neat and as small a parcel of that money as you can, Niccolo." "Not by a damned sight!" Laroque roared out suddenly. "Who the blazes are you!
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