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He was silent. "So finish the story," she went on. "Finish the story!" That was all that he could do. "Finish the story!" His story and hers only just begun, and now to end there in the dark. But with a calmness as great as her own, he proceeded to tell all that had happened to him since he boarded the electric-car at Evanston and saw Maku sitting within.
Arima, meantime, spoke rapidly in Japanese to Maku. Perhaps he, as commander of the situation, was giving precise orders as to what was to be done. Orme looked over his shoulder at the girl. She was clutching the door of the tonneau and leaning forward, staring with horrified eyes. "Keep cool," he counseled. Her answer was a moan of anguish, and he realized that she feared for him.
A door closed; evidently Maku had gone out; and then Orme heard steps. After this there was a long wait, while the Japanese examined the other rooms, the woman evidently offering him her aid. At last they returned. "Well, I go back," said Arima. "I saw him come in the window. My friend will know. See you later."
The bill which she placed in his hand bore the written words: "Remember Person you pay this to." He turned it over. In the corner was a familiar set of abbreviations. There was no doubt about it. The bill was the same which had been taken from him, and which he had last seen in the possession of Maku. What an insistent piece of green paper that marked bill was!
"I fear that the one chance is the mere possibility that Maku couldn't read the directions. Then, if Walsh will speak out " "Now, let me say something," he said. "My name is Robert Orme. Apparently we have common friends in the Wallinghams. When I first saw you this afternoon, I felt that I might have a right to your acquaintance a social right, if you like; a sympathetic right, I trust."
All this time the engines of the two cars had continued to work, and their muffled chug-chug-chug helped to cover the noise of footsteps. What pleased him most was to see, out of the corner of his eye, that the girl had taken advantage of her release to climb to the chauffeur's seat of the car in which Maku had brought them from Chicago.
He snatched back the harmless prospectuses and tore them in two, throwing the fragments to the floor and grinding them under his heel. Arima spoke. "Pardon, honorable sir, Maku say the right envelope was taken from the safe. Maku know." "Ha! Then it was you who were tricked outwitted. That American reached the tree before you last evening and substituted these papers. Go back to Japan, Arima.
Nor had he any desire to come face to face with Maku. But if he betrayed his surprise, the life-saver did not notice it. "The cop is taking another look through the campus," he continued. "What does the Jap say about it?" asked Orme. "He doesn't say anything. It looks as though he couldn't speak English. The cop is going to get Asuki." "Asuki?" "A Jap student who lives in the dormitory."
After a moment, his attention seemed to be attracted by the lights of an all-night restaurant, not far away, and he crossed the street and walked rapidly to the gleaming sign. Orme followed slowly, keeping on the other side of the street. If Maku was hungry, why, Maku would eat, while he himself would wait outside like a starving child before a baker's window. But Maku, it seemed, was not hungry.
No, Orme realized that his place was not on the sidewalk. By some means he must get where he could discover what was going on in the front flat on the third floor. Standing where he now was, there was momentary danger of being discovered by persons who would guess why he was there. Maku might come. Orme looked to see who lived in "4a," the flat above the Japanese.
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