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Lady Maddon had fits for an hour, after an encounter with her, in their meeting by chance one day at a mercer's in the county town. She has the wit of a young she-devil and the temper of a tigress, and is so tall, and towers so that she frightens them out of their senses." My lord Marquess looked at him across the table. "She is young," he said, "she is beautiful.
"'Tis just like a minx of a girl to think a man cannot see through her spite," he said. "Bet is dying to be a woman and have the fellows ogling her. She is a pretty chit and will be the languishing kind, like the die-away Maddon who is so 'modist. She is thin enough to be made 'modist' by it. No breeches for her, but farthingales and 'modesty pieces' high enough to graze her chin.
"Ah here it is!" He lifted a telephone receiver from its hook, and gave a number. Burton caught him quickly by the arm. "Good Lord, man, what are you doing?" he protested anxiously. "That's Mr. Maddon's house!" "So I believe," said Jimmie Dale complacently. "Hello! Is Mr. Maddon there? . . . I beg pardon? . . . Personally, yes, if you please." There was a moment's wait.
"How?" asked Jimmie Dale. "Do you know the combination of Mr. Maddon's safe?" "No," said Burton "And the safe would be locked, wouldn't it?" "Yes." "Quite so," said Jimmie Dale musingly. "Then, granted that Mr. Maddon has not already discovered the theft, how would you replace the stones before he does discover it?
Maddon." Jimmie Dale hung up the receiver and shoved Burton toward the door. "Now then, Burton, we'll get out of her and the sooner you reach Fifth Avenue and Mr. Maddon's house the better. No; not that way!" They had reached the hall, and Burton had turned toward the side door that opened on the alleyway. "Whoever they were who settled their last account with Isaac may still be watching.
It makes Lady Maddon fall into a passion to talk of her, and she will flush quite red and talk so fast, but indeed after I see the creature or hear some new story of her impudent victories, I fall into a passion myself for, Tom, no human being can put her in her place."
See, it was to-night that Maddon gives a little reception to his friends, and did you not say that the rubies would be taken from the safe-deposit vault this afternoon since his friends always clamoured to see them as a very fitting conclusion to an evening's entertainment?
"What will Maddon do? From what I've heard of him, he's not a man to trifle with, nor a man to take an overly complacent view of things not the man whose philosophy is 'all's well that ends well." "What does it matter?" Burton's voice was low. "It isn't that so much. I'm ready for that.
"You you mean you will give them back!" he burst out finally. "Answer my question," prompted Jimmie Dale. "Do with them?" Burton repeated slowly. "Why, I've told you. They'd go back to Mr. Maddon I'd take them back." "Would you?" Jimmie Dale's voice was quizzical. A puzzled expression came to Burton's face. "I don't know what you mean by that," he said. "Of course, I would!"
Burton's hand was still nervously clutching at Jimmie Dale's sleeve. Then: "Mr. Maddon?" asked Jimmie Dale pleasantly.
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