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Updated: June 29, 2025
Any special er significance to the occasion, if the question's not impertinent? Birthday, wedding anniversary or something like that?" "No, nothing like that!" Markel grinned, winked secretively, and rubbed his hands together. "I'm feeling good, that's all I'm going to make the killing of my life to-morrow." "Oh!" said Jimmie Dale. Markel turned to Carruthers.
How did she know about those conditions in West Broadway, how did she know about Metzer's murder, how did she know about Markel and Wilbur how did she know about a hundred other affairs of the same sort that had happened since that night, years ago now, when out of pure adventure he had tampered with Marx's, the jeweller's strong room in Maiden Lane, and she had, mysteriously then, too, solved HIS identity, discovered him to be the Gray Seal?
Jimmie Dale shrugged his shoulders. Why go over all this to-night there were other things to do. She had come to him again and this time with a matter that entailed more than ordinary difficulty, more than usual danger, that would tax his wits and his skill to the utmost, not only to succeed, but to get out of it himself with a whole skin. Markel eh?
"Makes a mess, you see, too" he was pulling off his motor gauntlet, his ulster, his jacket, and, having set the cash box on the desk, was rolling back his sleeve as he spoke. "Had a little experience myself this evening." He held out his hand that, with the forearm, was covered with blood. "A little above the wrist fortunately only a flesh wound a little memento from a chap named Markel, and "
"Ah home, Peters," he sniffed at his chauffeur; and then, with a grandiloquent wave of his hand to Jimmie Dale: "'Night, Dale." Jimmie Dale smiled with his eyes which were hidden by the brim of his bat. "Good-night, Markel," he replied, and the smile crept curiously to the corners of his mouth as he watched the gray car disappear down the street.
Two sharp, almost simultaneous, clicks of the electric-light buttons pressed by Markel, and the hall and library were a flood of light and Jimmie Dale leaped forward to where, in dressing gown and pajamas, blankets and bedding over one arm, a revolver dangling in the other hand, Markel stood full before the door in the hallway without.
And then alert, strained, tense in an instant, Jimmie Dale crouched against the wall and then he smiled a little grimly. It was only some one coughing upstairs Markel in his sleep, perhaps, or, perhaps in wakefulness. "I'm a fool!" confided Jimmie Dale to himself, as he recognised the cough that he had heard at the club. "And yet I don't know. One's nerves get sort of taut. Pretty stiff business.
He stood for an instant looking at the other with cool insolence; then: "Good-night, Markel" and five minutes later a great touring car was tearing New Yorkward over the Long Island roads at express speed. It was one o'clock in the morning as Jimmie Dale swung the car into a cross street off lower Broadway, and drew up at the curb beside a large office building.
My total insurance is fifty-two thousand dollars, though I couldn't BORROW anywhere near the full amount on it but at my death, paid in full, it would satisfy the note. My executors, by instruction would pay the note and no dollar from the mine, no single grain of gold, not an ounce of quartz, would Markel ever get his hands on, and my wife and children would be saved. That is "
He began to read aloud hurriedly and in snatches: "DEAR PHILANTHROPIC CROOK: Charleton Park Manor Markel's house is the second one from the gates on the right-hand side library leads off reception hall on left, door opposite staircase telephone in reception hall near vestibule entrance, left-hand side safe is one of your father's make, No. 14,321 clothes closet behind the desk probably will be kept in cash box five servants; two men, three maids quarters on top story Markel and wife occupy room over library French windows to dining room on opposite side of the house opening on the lawn get it TO-NIGHT, Jimmie TO-MORROW WOULD BE TOO LATE dispose of it see fit Henry Wilbur, Marshall Building, Broadway fifth story "
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