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"With ? Were you angry with Mr. Pitt?" McEachern saw that he had traveled too far. He had intended that Jimmy's existence should be forgotten for the time being. He had other things to discuss. But it was too late now. He must go forward. "I didn't like to see you out here alone with Mr. Pitt, dear," he said. "I was afraid " He saw that he must go still further forward. It was more than, awkward.
"When I want my affairs discussed I'll mention it. Till then See?" "Sure," said Spike, who saw nothing beyond the fact, dimly realized, that he had said something which had been better left unsaid. Jimmy chewed the stem of his pipe savagely. Spike's words seemed to have touched a spring and let loose feelings which he had kept down for three years. Molly McEachern!
"This way, Mr. Pitt," growled McEachern, holding the door. "Please don't trouble," said Jimmy. He went to the window, and, flinging his leg over the sill, dropped noiselessly to the ground. He turned and put his head in at the window again. "I did that rather well," he said, pleasantly. "I think I must take up this sort of thing as a profession. Good-night."
It's de cops makes de big money in little old Manhattan, dat's who it is." "The man who knows!" said Jimmy. "Tell me more, Spike. I suppose a good many of the New York force do get rich by graft?" "Sure. Look at old man McEachern." "I wish I could. Tell me about him, Spike. You seemed to know him pretty well." "Me? Sure. Dere wasn't a woise old grafter dan him in de bunch.
But, gradually, a numbness succeeded the pain. She found herself listening apathetically. McEachern talked on. He left the subject of Jimmy, comfortably conscious that, even if there had ever existed in Molly's heart any budding feeling of the kind he had suspected, it must now be dead. He steered the conversation away until it ran easily among commonplaces.
McEachern, and amongst the wounded Lieut. Ruth, both of the "Queen's Own." The pursuit was given up about a mile beyond Ridgeway. Although he had met and defeated the enemy, yet his position was still a very critical one. The reputed strength of the enemy engaged in the fight was fourteen hundred, composed of the "Queen's Own," the 13th Hamilton Battalion, and other troops.
He permitted himself a long, silent breath of relief. He saw his way now. "Inquiries?" said Molly. "Why?" "Why?" "Why did you suspect him?" A moment earlier, the question might have confused McEachern, but not now. He was equal to it. He took it in his stride. "It's hard to say, my dear. A man who has had as much to do with crooks as I have recognizes them when he sees them." "Did you think Mr.
"Go easy with the jewelry!" Jimmy was bending over Molly. Neither of them seemed to be aware of his lordship's presence. Spennie was the sort of person whose existence is apt to be forgotten. Jimmy had had a flash of intuition. For the first time, it had occurred to him that Mr. McEachern might have hinted to Molly something of his own suspicions. "Molly, dear," he said, "it isn't what you think.
Jimmy could hear voices in the passage outside. He recognized Lord Dreever's. McEachern continued to back away from the door. Lord Dreever entered, with Molly on his arm. "Hullo," said his lordship, looking round. "Hullo, Pitt! Here we all are, what?" "Lord Dreever wanted to smoke," said Molly. She smiled, but there was anxiety in her eyes. She looked quickly at her father and at Jimmy.
"You must tell her," he said, quickly. "For your own sake, you must tell her. Go and do it now. Wake up, man!" He shook him by the shoulder. "Go and do it now. She'll forgive you. Don't be afraid of that. Go and look for her, and tell her now." McEachern roused himself. "I will," he said. "It's the only way," said Jimmy. McEachern opened the door, then fell back a pace.
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