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"Sorry, I can't on principle," he countered. "How on principle?" "You see, Senator, I may have to arrest you, and I never eat with any man with whom I may clash professionally." "You take risks, Mr. Clancy." "I love 'em. I'd cut my job to-day if it wasn't for the occasional excitement." The valet appeared. "Coffee and rolls for two, Phillips," said Meiklejohn. He turned to Clancy.
It was five o'clock when a taxi brought her to the Marlborough-Blenheim Hotel, and Senator Meiklejohn was the most astonished man on the Jersey coast at the moment when she entered unannounced, for Mrs. Carshaw had simply said to the elevator-boy: "Take me to Senator Meiklejohn's sitting-room." Undeniably he was startled; but playing desperately for high stakes had steadied him somewhat.
However, when I got her calmed down a bit, she remembered you and the rest of the excitement, so I phoned the detective bureau and the club, and came straight here." "That is very good of you, Tower," murmured Meiklejohn brokenly. He looked in far worse plight than the man who had survived such a desperate adventure.
"Oh, hold your tongue!" said William. "We've got the girl, Ralph!" "Got the girl, have we? Not the first girl you've said that about is it, my wily William?" "Listen, and drop that tone when you're speaking to me, or I'll cut you out for good and all!" said Meiklejohn in deadly earnest. "If ever you had need to be serious, it is now.
The original garrison was now augmented by the arrival of the Guides, horse and foot. It was with considerable reluctance that Colonel Meiklejohn, who had himself been wounded by a sword-cut, decided on abandoning what was known as the North Camp, a position some distance below and isolated from the Malakand.
I didn't want to kill anybody. But I don't trust you, William. I'm always expecting you to double-cross me. Last night it was a lasso. To-night it is this." And he suddenly whipped out a revolver. Meiklejohn pushed his chair back so quickly that it caught the fender and brought down some fire-irons with a crash. "More nerves!" croaked his grim-visaged relative, but the revolver disappeared.
Eighteen years ago your brother, Ralph Vane Meiklejohn, murdered a man named Marchbanks, who had discovered that you and your brother were defrauding his wife of funds held by your bank as her trustees. I have here the records of the crime. I do not say that your brother, who has since been a convict and is now assisting you under the name of Ralph Voles, could be charged with that crime.
Suppose he goes with her to keep the appointment, or learns from her beforehand of it? Carshaw must be wiped out." "He must certainly be dealt with, yes," said Meiklejohn, "but in another manner. I think I think I see my way. Leave him to me. I want this girl out of New York State in the first instance. Suppose you go to the Oranges, in New Jersey, pick out a suitable house, and rent it?
"Then you must not drop your car. I have money to pay for that. Keep in with Helen Tower, and find out what hold she has on Meiklejohn. You are good at that, you know. You understand your quarry. You will be worth twenty detectives. First, discover where Meiklejohn is. He has bolted, or shut himself up." "You must trust me fully, or I shall not see the pitfalls. Tell me everything." He obeyed.
The detective was anxious that Senator Meiklejohn should realize the folly of refusing all information to the authorities, and this thinly-veiled threat of publicity was one way of bringing him to his senses. Winifred had never before come into touch, so to speak, with any deed of criminal violence.
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