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It considered too deeply the imminent and not the remoter and seemingly more trivial contingency. "But can't you see, Jim, that the further we follow this up the closer and closer it's bringing us to MacNutt?" "MacNutt is ancient history to us now! We're over and done with him, for all time!" "You are wrong there, Jim. You misjudge the situation, and you misjudge the man.
That laugh seemed to madden MacNutt, as he made a second ineffectual effort to break into that tense and rapid cross-fire of talk. "And you don't want to lay a charge?" the policeman demanded, as he angrily elbowed back the ever intruding circle. "Let 'em go!" said Durkin, backing toward his cab. "But what's the papers, and what t'ell does she want with 'em?" interrogated the officer.
They were skirting three early delivery-wagons, waiting to unload at the supply door of the hotel. A boy passing in the street beyond was shrilly whistling "Tammany." "Tell me now!" demanded Durkin. "When you fainted MacNutt reached back for the revolver. He would have shot you, only Keenan called for him. He cried down the shaft that he was dying. He he must have pushed the button as he fell.
"Kind o' recalls our first meetin', eh?" demanded MacNutt, as he watched the other slowly open his wondering eyes. "Kind o' remind you of the day I loosened you up with brandy and seltzer, that first time I had to drag and coax you into this dirty business?" And again his captor laughed, wickedly, mirthlessly. "Go on, take some more!
MacNutt, narrowly watching the shadowy face of Durkin, saw pictured on that pallid and changing countenance fear and revolt, one momentary touch of despairing doubt, and then a mounting and all-consuming passion of blind rage. In that drunken rage seemed to culminate all his misgivings, his suspicions, his apparent betrayals of the past.
"Well, isn't it about time he did? We've beaten him twice, at his own game, and I see no reason why we shouldn't do it again!" "But how often can we be the glass snake? I mean, how many times can we afford to leave something behind, and break away, and hope to grow whole and sound again? And when will MacNutt get us where we can't break away? I tell you, Jim, you don't know this man as I know him!
"You found me in MacNutt's office when he was planning and plotting and preparing for the biggest wire-tapping coup in all his career. You were dragged into that plot against your will, almost, just as I had been. But MacNutt gave us our parts, and we worked together there.
Her second feeling was one of fear that he might be following her, then one that he might not, that he would not be near her in the coming moment of need for she knew that now of all times MacNutt held her in the hollow of his hand that now, as never before, he would frustrate and crush and obliterate her. There were old transgressions to be paid for; there were old scores to be wiped out.
For one moment of ominous calm it smote and held him there, before the sudden blind, cyclonic rush of brain and body which the vision gave rise to. For at the door of the open cage MacNutt and Frank fought and struggled and panted together. The man was inside, on the bottom of the cage, the woman was outside it.
Durkin, with little beads of sweat on his pallid face, realized what it meant. That flying shot had been intended for him. MacNutt, in that desperate and hurried and unreasoning last chance, had delivered his blow, but had been mistaken in his man!
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