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Addressing himself to Lorelei, he said: "You probably counted on five times the sum I offer, but ten thousand dollars will buy a lot of clothes, and the publicity won't hurt you professionally; it'll do you good. You might even spend the winter in Europe and catch another victim. I believe that's the amount Merkle offered you, isn't it?" "Merkle? What are you talking about?" Bob demanded.
I'm not going to die." "You CAN'T you MUSTN'T," Merkle gravely agreed. "Is your car outside, John?" Merkle shook his head. He was thinking swiftly. "I wouldn't dare risk that, anyhow. The driver is a new man." "Get a cab," Jim offered, in a panic. "The cab-driver would be sure to " "I'll drive," Bob volunteered. "I'm drunk, but I've done it before when I was drunker.
When you convince yourself who means best to Jarvis Miss Lynn and Melcher and their crowd, or I and mine make your decision. You may name your own price." "There wouldn't be any price," she told him, impatiently. "I'll wait." Merkle bowed. "I can trust your discretion. Thank you for listening to me, and thank you for being agreeable to an irascible old dyspeptic.
Beyond this Merkle would give Bob little satisfaction, but later in the day, after a short telephone conversation, he called at one of the up-town political clubs and inquired for Senator Sabin. The Senator was expecting him, and Merkle lost no time in explaining his trouble. Nature had endowed Sabin with the faculty of hearing more than people said and saying less than people heard.
"They wouldn't give way, and threw me into those rails." "Narrow shave, that. I wonder we weren't all killed." Merkle eyed the car's crumpled mud-guard and running-board, then directed his driver to ascertain the extent of the damage. The motor was still throbbing, but a brief examination disclosed a broken steering- knuckle and a bent axle in addition to an injured wheel.
Is there talk of a divorce there?" She inclined her head in the host's direction. Merkle retorted acidly: "My dear child, don't try to act the ingenue. You're in the same show as Miss Lynn, and you must know what's going on. This sort of thing can't continue indefinitely, for Mrs. Hammon is very much alive, to say nothing of her daughters.
"It's pleasant," responded Merkle. "I ride nearly every night, and I like the country. You see, I can't sleep unless I'm in motion. I get most of my rest in a car; there's something about the movement that soothes me." "How funny!" "Peculiar, perhaps, but scarcely humorous. I'd be dead or insane without an automobile.
Every morning came Merkle, the embodiment of the established routine, the herald of all that the world expected and required Benham to be and do. Usually he awakened Benham with the opening of his door and the soft tinkle of the curtain rings as he let in the morning light.
This man Merkle seemed quite unaware that humanity "here and now" even as he was engaged in meticulously putting out Benham's clothes was "leaving its ancestral shelters and going out upon the greatest adventure that ever was in space or time." If he had been told as much by Benham he would probably have said, "Indeed, sir," and proceeded accurately with his duties.
I believe in fairies, too, dad. Introduce me to the Princess." Merkle volunteered this service, and Bob promptly hitched his chair closer. Lorelei saw that he was very drunk, and marveled at his control during the recent exhibition. "Tell me more about the 'Parti-color Petticoat' and 'Dentol Chewing-Gum, Miss Knight. Your face is a household word in every street-car," he began.
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