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Then MacNutt held back his guttural laugh, suddenly, for she had fallen forward on her face, in a dead faint.
In one hand he carried a decanter of brandy, in the other a seltzer siphon. Durkin could hear the gurgle and ripple of the liquid into the glass; a moment later he knew that MacNutt was bending over him. "Here, you, wake up out o' that!" he said, with still another chuckle of ominous glee. He shook the relaxed figure roughly. "Get awake, there!
"The floor above," slowly responded the other, "is Richard Penfield's private offices, where his safe is, and where your friend, no doubt, is now depositing his valuables, behind a burglar-proof time-lock!" "Oh, that's it, is it!" cried Durkin. He turned to the woman sharply. "Frank, quick! Leave Keenan to me!" "Yes!" she answered, with coerced attention. "MacNutt must not get out of this house!
But the triumph suddenly died out of her face. She was only in time to hear Durkin's sharp cry of anger, and to see his quick spring through the wide door-way, as the guard-door of the elevator closed and the cage shot up into space. "We've missed him!" he gasped, with a cry of rage, as he ran to the door through which MacNutt, in that moment of excitement, had disappeared.
Then he chuckled a little, gutturally, deep in his pendent and flaccid throat. "We're up to date, you see, doin' business in a regular armor-clad office!" Frank looked about her, with widening eyes. MacNutt laughed again, at the sense of surprise which he read on her face. It was obviously a poolroom, but it was unlike anything she had ever before seen.
"And then you'll chew me up an' spit me out, won't you, you blue-gilled Irish bull-dog?" jeered the irate officer, already out of temper with the unruly crowd jostling about him. "I say arrest that man!" screamed the claret-faced MacNutt. "And I say I'll run you in, and run you in mighty quick, if you don't get rid o' them jim-jams pretty soon!"
And if you kill this man, if you murder him for it is murder! if you bring this dog's death on him, I will make you pay for it, in one way or another I'll make you mourn it, David MacNutt, as you've made me mourn the first day I ever saw your face!"
It was painted a Burgundy red, to match the upholstery of the upper room where it had once done service, and on the higher of the two panels was embossed the Penfield triple crescent. This great sheet of painted steel MacNutt held above his head, as a hesitating waiter might hold a gigantic tray. Then he stepped toward the shimmering guard-rail, and stood in front of it.
Then he listened intently, with a little start, for he knew he was reading an operator whose bluff, heavy, staccato "send" was as familiar to his long-practiced ear as a well-known face would be to his watching eyes. It was MacNutt himself who was "sending." His first intercepted message was an order, to some confederate unknown, to have a carriage call for him at eight.
Then then you made love to me don't deny it, Jim, for, after all, it was the happiest part of all my life! and we both saw how wrong we were, and we both wanted to fight for our freedom. So I followed you when you revolted against MacNutt and his leadership." "No, Frank, it was you who led if it hadn't been for you there would never have been any revolt!" he broke in.
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