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Slowly Hermione lifted her head and looked up at him, and M'Ginnis saw that in her face which struck him mute; the neckerchief fell from his nerveless fingers and lay there all unheeded. "Hermione," he muttered, "I girl, are ye sick?" "Go!" she whispered, "go!" And turning about, M'Ginnis stumbled out of the place and left her alone.
"Now, see here, you!" said M'Ginnis, his words coming thick with passion. "I wanter know, first, where Spike is. And then I wanter know who you are. And then I wanter know what you're after in Hermy Chesterton's flat and you're sure goin' t' tell me!" "Am I?" "You sure are!" Mr. Ravenslee opened the matchbox. "Seems a pity to shake a confidence so sublime," he sighed. "And yet "
And M'Ginnis walked on awhile, deep in thought; and ever as he went, so between those pale and puffy lids two malevolent eyes watched and watched him. "No," sighed Soapy at last, sliding a long, pale hand into the pocket of his smartly-tailored coat, "no, I ain't got a sister, Bud, but there was little Maggie Finlay. I kind o' used t' think she was all t' th' harps an' haloes.
Ravenslee sat utterly still, and when at last he spoke his voice sounded even more gentle than before. "My good Flowers, there is just one thing you shall not do, and that is, speak her name in my hearing. You're not fit to, and, Mr. Flowers, I'll not permit it." "Is that so?" snarled M'Ginnis, "well, then, listen some more.
What you doin' in Hermy's flat? By God! I'll choke ye till you tell me!" and his hands came upon Ravenslee's throat came to be met there by two other hands that, closing upon his wrists, wrenched and twisted viciously in opposite directions and, loosing his hold, M'Ginnis fell back, staring down at bruised and lacerated skin where oozed a few slow drops of blood.
But uttering a sudden, low cry of alarm, Hermione broke from his clasp and fled from him along the leafy path while he stared after her, lost in amazement; then he ran also and caught her upon the edge of the little wood. "What frightened you, Hermione who was it?" "I I thought I saw some one crouching behind a bush watching us!" "Not M'Ginnis?" he demanded, fierce-eyed.
Yes, Bud, you'd be deader 'n' mutton!" sighed Soapy, turning Spike's hat around upon his finger. "You'd be as dead as little Maggie Finlay you was mentionin'!" M'Ginnis wheeled so suddenly upon the speaker that he took a long step backward, but he still spun Spike's hat upon his finger, and the pendulous cigarette quivered quite noticeably. "Aw, quit it, Bud, quit it!" he sighed.
Ravenslee, glancing up, "do you mean Spider Connolly the lightweight?" "That's d' guy!" nodded Spike. "Is he a friend of yours?" "Sure! Him an' Bud M'Ginnis is goin' to get me some good matches soon." "Boxing matches?"
M'Ginnis jerked aside the roll-top desk and falling on his knees before a small but massive safe built into the wall behind, set the combination and swung open the heavy door, talking to his companion as he did so and quite unconscious of the pale face that watched him through the dingy window. "That dam' Soapy's gettin' ugly," he was saying, "an' it don't do t' get ugly with me, Heine, boy!
But now was sudden uproar of voices in the street hard by, a running and trampling of feet, and, the swing doors opening, a group of men appeared, bearing among them a heavy burden; and coming to the quiet corner they laid M'Ginnis there.
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