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"Two or three years," George Lerton told him, grinning a bit. "I saw your name in the passenger list, Sid, and wanted to see you. I found out where you are stopping " "Why didn't you come to the hotel, then, or leave a note?" Prale asked. "Come on up now." "I I wanted to talk to you " "And I want to talk to you. What are you doing for yourself, George? Still working in a broker's office?"
He knew now, by glancing at the lines he had written himself, that those other notes had been typed on the same machine. He guessed that it had been George Lerton, the broker, who had sent those notes and the money to the barber and the merchant. Why had George Lerton been so eager to destroy his cousin's alibi?
Farland knew where to find her if he wanted her, and he knew there would be no use in shadowing her now, since she probably had gone into the shop to purchase a hat. But George Lerton was quite another matter. The detective did not hesitate. He swung off down Fifth Avenue in the wake of George Lerton.
"I I am a man of standing," he whimpered. "I am a broker here is my card. This man is my cousin, but I cannot lie to shield him. I never saw him last night, and did not speak to him." Lerton got up and started for the door, and Sidney Prale did not make a move to stop him. "It appears that your story is full of flaws," the captain said.
"Well, I did connect him with it," Farland put in. "But when I sprung it on him here this afternoon, I was running a bluff. I had some evidence, but not enough to convict. You might have got away with it, Lerton, if you had had any nerve. But you happen to be a rank coward and a guilty man!" "You you " George Lerton gasped. He had been holding two fingers in a pocket of his waistcoat.
"You are as good as in the electric chair now!" George Lerton looked as if he might have been in it. He was breathing in gasps, and his face was white. His eyes held an expression of terror. "I guess you've got me!" he said. "But I'll never go to the chair!" Farland stepped across to him. "Get it off your chest!" he suggested. "I I'll talk about it yes!" George Lerton said. "I I sold out Griffin.
"And a possible good customer is removed," Lerton went on. "So you have an alibi for Sidney, have you? In that case if he did not kill Rufus Shepley he must have told that story about meeting me when he was in a panic immediately following his arrest. Sid always was panicky, you know." "I didn't know that a panicky man could pick up a million dollars in ten years."
Why, it would make me a sort of accessory, wouldn't it? I cannot afford to be mixed up in anything of the sort. You must understand that!" "And you didn't urge him to leave New York and remain away for the rest of his life?" "I didn't see him at all," George Lerton persisted. "Why on earth should I care whether he remains in New York or takes his million dollars elsewhere?"
Now he withdrew them and, before Farland could reach him, he had swallowed something. "You'll never " he began, and then his head fell forward to the desk. "Get the ladies outside, Murk!" Farland commanded suddenly. "And tell that secretary out there to send in a call for a physician and the police. Lerton was right he'll never go to the electric chair!"
"It could be better," Jim Farland replied, "and it could be a lot worse. I'm making a good living, and so have no kick coming." "If I ever need a man in your line, I'll call you in," George Lerton said. "And the pay will be all right, too." "Don't doubt it," Farland replied. "Want to see me about something special this morning?" "Yes, if you can give me a few minutes."
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