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"That boy is worried," Farland told himself. "He's one of those birds who like to walk when they want to think something out. If I could only know what was going on in that mind of his " Lerton had reached Madison Square, and there he did something foreign to his nature. He crossed the Square, proceeded to Fourth Avenue, and descended into the subway.
"He refused to do so," said Prale, "and I told him to go his way and that I'd go mine." "Doesn't that story seem a bit weak to you, Mr. Prale?" "It may, but it is a true story. Get Lerton and question him if you wish. I couldn't make him talk maybe you can. I'd like to know the names of these enemies of mine, if I really have them." "Anything else lead you to believe you might have enemies?"
Farland was a rough and ready man, and he had little liking for male humans of the George Lerton type. Lerton always dressed in the acme of fashion, running considerably to fads in clothes, appearing almost effeminate at times. And yet it was said in financial circles that Lerton was far from being effeminate when it came to a business deal.
"He's connected with this thing in some way," Farland told himself. "It's my job to discover exactly how." But he was doomed to be disappointed. Before he could get near enough to make an attempt to overhear what they were saying, they suddenly parted. Kate Gilbert went into the shop, and George Lerton crossed the street and hurried down the Avenue. It was no use wasting time on Kate Gilbert.
We never were close to each other, and yet we are cousins, and I hate to see you in trouble." "Stop your hypocritical sniveling!" Prale cried. "You are lying and you know it! You saw me last night " "But I didn't!" "You did and tried to get me to run away, and wouldn't tell me your reason for it." George Lerton licked at his lips and looked appealingly at the captain of detectives.
"Let us hope so!" George Lerton said. There was something in the tone of his voice, however, that belied the words he spoke. Farland gave him a single, rapid glance, but the expression of Lerton's face told him nothing. Lerton was a broker and used to big business deals. He was a master of the art of the blank countenance, and Jim Farland knew it well.
Somebody said something to him about me after he landed. He treated me as if I had been a skunk." Then he thought of George Lerton, his cousin. He couldn't quite make up his mind about Lerton. The man seemed frenzied in his eagerness to get Prale to leave New York.
We worked for the same firm ten years ago, and after I went to Honduras, George made some money and got into business for himself; at least he told me so last night." "So you merely shook hands and renewed your acquaintance?" the captain asked. "There was something peculiar about the meeting," Prale replied. "In what way?" "Lerton urged me to leave New York and remain away.
You wrecked that good man's faith in me, turned influential men against me, had me persecuted when I returned." Jim Farland gave a shout of delight. "That right, Sid?" he cried, "Then I have the connecting link! So George Lerton has been causing you all this trouble, has he? I understand a lot more now. Lerton killed Rufus Shepley, also!" "It's a lie! You are trying to save Prale by accusing me!"
He said that I had powerful enemies." "What about that?" "It is what has been puzzling me. So far as I know, I haven't a powerful enemy on earth. I suppose I have a few business foes in Central America; a man can't make a million without acquiring some enemies at the same time. But I don't know of a single influential person who is my enemy." "Didn't Lerton explain to you?"
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