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I'll have to step over to Mrs. Maddock's for the milk, and by the time I come back it will be ready. Will you be all right, granny, while I'm gone? I won't be away more than five minutes." "Yes, I shall be all right, child; I'll promise not to run away, and I don't suppose any burglar will break in here," she laughed gently.
I'm engaged to be married to him and I've a right to see how ill he is." "What's in your noodle, honey? You've got some kind of a suspicion. What is it?" "I think Clary knows something. My notion is that he was at Maddock's and that he's in a blue funk for fear he'll be found and named as an accessory. I'm going to find out all he can tell me." "But "
Decayed gentility marked the neighborhood, though the blank front of the houses looked impeccably respectable. As a feeble camouflage of its real reason for being, Maddock's called itself the "Omnium Club." But when Clay found how particular the doorkeeper was as to those who entered he guessed at once it was a gambling-house. From behind a grating the man peered at them doubtfully.
I had a dictagraph in the room when Bromfield came to see me. You can hear it all in his own voice." "But there wasn't any woman with Lindsay at Maddock's when the raid was pulled off." "Sure there wasn't. I threw Bromfield down." "You arranged to have Lindsay killed instead." "Forget that stuff.
There was no reason whatever for warning Durand that they were aware of the clever trick he had pulled off in regard to the partition. From Maddock's the Whitfords drove straight to the apartment house of Clarendon Bromfield. For the third time that morning the clubman's valet found himself overborne by the insistence of visitors.
"The district attorney will stand by us," said Whitford. "He told me himself Durand was a menace and that his days as boss were numbered. Another thing, Miss Millikan. If you need to spend any money in a legitimate way, I'm here to foot the bills." Muldoon, who was on night duty this month and therefore had his days free, guided Whitford and his daughter to Maddock's.
He looked wistfully on the little hatch of old Widow Maddock's cottage; for he felt a pang of reproach at passing her door; but there was no comfort then in his thoughts, only a sense of fear and hopeless fatigue. 'How is poor old Mrs.
They asked gravely a question and found an answer that set his heart singing. Beatrice had broken her engagement with Bromfield. "He won't do, Clay. He's off color." Whitford did a bit of mental acrobatics. "Why do you suppose he took you to Maddock's?" Again Lindsay's appraising gaze rested on his friend. "I've never worked that out to my satisfaction.
"Let's look at this thing from all sides," went on Clay cheerfully. "If we decide by a majority of the voting stock and I'm carryin' enough proxies so that I've got control that you'd ought to have a whalin', why, o' course, there's nothin' to it but get to business and make a thorough job." "Maybe I didn't do right about Maddock's." "No mebbe about that. You acted like a yellow hound."
"Well, I could soon catch you, if you did," laughed Jessie, "but I don't know about a burglar, I would have to run to Mrs. Maddock's again and borrow their dog. Good-bye, granny." "Put on your hat and coat," granny called after her. "Oh, need I?" asked Jessie, with just a shade of impatience in her voice. "Why, yes, child, it is quite chilly, and you have been so hot over your work."
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