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Vine asked, with a faint curiosity. "I think not," the ambassador answered. "Wolfe saw her, and I asked him the question particularly." "I cannot imagine whom she could have been," Vine said, thoughtfully. "I have not many acquaintances over here." "Another man who was asking after you," Deane remarked, "was Littleson. He was dining here last night." Vine smiled.
Bardsley exclaimed. "I'd give a tidy lot to know whether Phineas Duge lies there on his bed, or whether his hand is on the telephone half the time. You are sure, Littleson, that Dick Losting is in Europe?" "Absolutely certain," Littleson answered. "I had a letter from him dated Paris only yesterday." "Then who in God's name is shaking the Chicago markets like this!"
Then Weiss, with the card crumpled up in his hand, turned to the clerk, and his voice sounded as though it came from a great distance. "Show him in," he said. Littleson sank into a chair. His eyes were still fixed upon his companion's. "God in heaven!" he muttered. Norris Vine shook hands with neither of the two men he greeted upon entering the room.
Deane continued, "some greater scandal than any at present known were to attach itself to our two friends." "One cannot tell," Phineas Duge said slowly. "Such a scandal might come. It is hard to say. The ways that lead to great wealth are full of pitfalls, and they are not ways that stand very well the blinding glare of daylight." Littleson was looking pale and nervous.
Littleson could suggest nothing better than a bribe and a common burglary. There is something much more attractive about the way you have opened the proceedings. I consider that this little affair, for instance, has been most artistic. If you have not discovered what you sought, you have at least discovered the fact that it is not here. That gives you something to start upon.
"We couldn't be extradited," Littleson answered, "and I shall take remarkably good care not to cross the ocean again until this thing has blown over." "If it ever does," Phineas Duge remarked quietly. "Well, go on about Norris Vine." Once more Littleson looked around the room. "You know Dan Prince is over here?" he said softly. Duge nodded.
The great automobile swung out of the park into the avenue, and Stella drew a little sigh of regret. "Mine is the next turning," she said. "Thank you so much, Mr. Littleson. I have enjoyed every minute of it." Littleson smiled, but he did not slacken speed. "I was very fortunate indeed to meet you," he said, "but I shall not think of letting you go until you have had some lunch.
"To be frank with you, she was not particularly amiable when I spoke to her on the steamer. She evidently wanted to have very little to say to me, so I thought it best to leave her alone." "How long is it," Phineas Duge asked, "since you saw her?" "It is about a week ago," Littleson answered. "She was dining at Luigi's with Norris Vine. I remember that I was rather surprised to see her with him.
"I scarcely see where the bungling comes in," Littleson answered. "I offered her a hundred thousand dollars for that paper. She took the tip and got it somehow. How could I tell that she had another scheme in her mind?" "One hundred thousand dollars!" Weiss muttered. "Better have offered her a million and made sure of it. We shall have to pay that now, I expect. Who's got it?"
Not even at the peril of my life would I part with the most efficient weapon which has ever yet come into my hands." "Then why, Mr. Vine," Littleson asked, bending over from his place, "have you come here to see us?" "I have come," Vine answered, "because against you personally I bear no malice.
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