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One thing made a comfortable thought he had money with which to fight. Either he was the victim of some injustice, or a grave mistake was being made. He wished that he had forced George Lerton to tell him more, and he decided that he would do so if they met again. He might even hunt him out and force him to speak. Sidney Prale thought nothing of handling a man like Lerton.
"I see you have a typewriter in the corner, and I'd like to write a short note to leave uptown." "Just step outside and dictate it to one of my stenographers," said George Lerton. "That'd be too much trouble," Farland replied. "It's only a few lines, and I can pound a typewriter pretty good.
You are at the end of your rope! Why did you kill Rufus Shepley and then try to hang the crime on your cousin, Sidney Prale?" "This is preposterous!" Lerton exclaimed. "Oh, I've got the goods on you, Lerton! I wouldn't be here talking like this if I didn't! You're going to the electric chair!" Lerton laughed rather nervously.
He did not know why Lerton should have done it, but it angered him, and he wanted to discover the man following him. He saw nobody in the lobby who appeared at all conspicuous, and after a short time he left and started walking briskly down the Avenue, like any gentleman taking a constitutional. The midday throngs were on the streets.
Farland had said nothing concerning Kate Gilbert, for he was not ready to let George Lerton know that he suspected any connection of Miss Gilbert with the Rufus Shepley case. Farland was not certain himself what that connection would be, and he knew it would be foolish to say anything that would put Lerton on guard and make the mystery more difficult of solution.
"Several thousand women in this town answer that general description," he said. "I'm afraid I can't help you, unless you can pick her up." "That's what I'll do as soon as I can," Farland replied. "If I can get my eyes on her once, I'll trail her and find out a few things. She may have nothing to do with this, and she may have a great deal to do with it. What do you know about George Lerton?"
"I don't know, I'm sure," Farland said. "But it seems peculiar to me that Sid would tell a rotten falsehood like that. Doesn't it look peculiar to you?" "I must confess that it does not," George Lerton replied. "I suppose it was the first thing that came into his head.
I suppose I'll run down there some day and see them, but this is going to be home, you can bet." "Don't do it, Sid!" Lerton exclaimed. "Don't do what?" "Don't stay here, Sid. Get out as quick as you can! Go back to Honduras anywhere but don't stay in New York." "Why shouldn't I? What on earth is the matter with you? Are you insane?" "I I can't tell you, Sid.
Mary Slade had been the girl who had turned him down for a man with money and that man had not been George Lerton, who did not have as much as five thousand at that time. "It it's a peculiar story," Lerton said. "You went away so quick after you quarreled with her. And that other man she threw him over, soon. She couldn't endure him, even with all his money. She regretted her quarrel with you.
"An alibi is an important thing in a case like this," Farland said. "We want to prove an alibi, if we can, of course. Sidney says that you met him on Fifth Avenue " "And I cannot understand that," Lerton interrupted. "Why should he say such a thing?" "You didn't meet him?" "I certainly did not! I cannot lie about such a thing, even to save my cousin.
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