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"If you do not give me back that paper, I don't care what my uncle says, I shall go to the police station." The men exchanged swift glances. Littleson suddenly started. He drew Weiss on one side. "Stella has got it," he whispered, in a tone of triumph. "Get rid of this girl easily. That is what she must mean." Weiss turned round and faced her.
Norris Vine walked slowly back into his office, with his hands clasped behind his back. Once more a little luncheon was in progress at the corner table in the millionaires' club. This time Littleson also was of the party. He had been describing his luncheon of the day before to his friends. "I am dead sure of one thing," he declared.
"Has anything gone?" she asked. "Yes!" her uncle answered shortly. "I want to know how it was that any one got into this room, and who it was. Quickly, please!" "I was in the drawing-room talking to Mr. Littleson," Virginia said, "when I heard the small alarm bell that I had had fitted on to the library door ring. I came in and found Stella here. She locked me in. She is very strong.
It was five o'clock, and business was over for the day. Weiss went to a small cupboard and took out a whisky bottle and some glasses. Before he spoke a word he had tossed off a drink. "Big day?" Littleson asked, mechanically. "The devil's own day!" Weiss groaned. "We are in it now thick, all of us, you and I, Higgins and Bardsley.
And yet, when Phineas Duge sprung that thing upon us, and we saw the thunderbolt coming, we were like frightened sheep, glad to do anything he suggested, glad to sign our names even to that d d paper. Do you realize, Littleson, that we may have to leave the country?" "If we do," he answered, "we are done for I am at least. I am in Canadian Pacifics too deep.
Don't strike without a word, at any rate, of warning. It will be in the interests of others, as well as ourselves." "Very well," Vine said. "I promise that." He left the office without any further word, without shaking hands with either of the two men. Weiss sat down in his seat, and Littleson, who was trembling all over, came to his side. "Stephen," he said, "you're a great man.
Littleson, ignorant of what this might mean, was looking a little bewildered. The ambassador addressed one of the men a little lower down the table. "Sinclair," he said, "will you take my place for a moment? A little matter of business has turned up, and I am wanted. I shall not be away long."
He recognized Littleson, and with him a man in morning clothes and low hat, a man whose face seemed familiar to him, but whom he failed to recognize. "I think," she said, drawing a little closer to him, "that you must not hesitate any longer, if ever you mean to strike that blow. You saw Peter Littleson." "Yes!" he answered, "I have been talking to him." "Do you know who that was with him?"
Good night, Mr. Mildmay!" He turned away, and almost ran into the arms of Littleson, who had been watching them curiously. "Come and have a drink," the latter said. The two men made their way to the smoking room. Littleson lit a cigarette as he sipped his whisky and soda. "Charming young lady, Miss Longworth," he remarked nonchalantly.
Weiss, you would give half your fortune to buy, but I have not come here to sell. I have come here to warn you of the instant use to which I propose to put a certain document, signed by you and Littleson, Bardsley and Seth Higgins.
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