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Even in the darkness Bill recognized him. His heavy, asthmatical breathing must have betrayed the money-lender if there had been no other means of identification. Lablache stepped out on to the prairie utterly unconscious of the figures crouching in the darkness. He stepped heavily forward. Four steps that was all. A silent spring an iron grip round the money-lender's throat, from behind.
They could do nothing to help you; on the other hand, to be seen with them, to have it known that you communicate with them, would be the equivalent of a seal upon your death warrant. You remember the money-lender's name?" "Dhola Baksh of the Machua Bazaar." "Trust him and trust Doggott.... Four minutes more!" "Rutton!" cried Amber in a broken voice. Cold sweat broke out upon his forehead.
A short, sharp struggle a great gasping for breath. Then Lablache reeled backwards and fell to the ground with Bill hanging to his throat like some tiger. In the fall the money-lender's pistol went off. There was a sharp report, and the bullet tore up the ground. But no harm was done. Bill held on. Then came the swish of a skirt. Jacky was at her lover's side.
It ain't fur me to bluff men o' your kidney, only I like to know that you're going to treat me right. Well, this is what I've got to say, an' it's worth fifty as you'll 'low." Horrocks propped himself upon the corner of the money-lender's desk and prepared to listen. Lablache's lashless eyes were fixed with a steady, unblinking stare upon the half-breed's face.
Now that's a neat shack o' yours," he went on, pointing to the money-lender's mansion. "Wonder ef I could put a dose o' lead into one o' the windows from here." Lablache began to think he was dealing with a madman. He remained silent, and the Breed leveled his pistol in the direction of the house and fired. A moment's silence followed the sharp report. Then Retief turned to his captive.
Raoul and myself are no mean authorities in salons and clubs, and a good word from us is worth having. "Besides, Louvier himself in his youth set up for a dandy; and that deposed ruler of dandies, our unfortunate kinsman, Victor de Mauleon, shed some of his own radiance on the money-lender's son. But when Victor's star was eclipsed, Louvier ceased to gleam. The dandies cut him.
"In you go!" He and Phil forced the money-lender's son toward one of the open cars. Still protesting, Nat was shoved up and through one of the open doors. The door on the other side was closed. He ran to it, but found it locked from the outside. "Hi, you let me off!" he cried, as the train gave a jerk and commenced to move.
"I'll stake my reputation, such as it is, on that!" "You don't know," replied Easleby. "Remember, Mrs. Lester said this son of hers always did business with a manager. That's a usual thing with these big money-lending offices the real man doesn't show. For aught you know, Horbury may have been running a money-lender's office in town, unknown to anybody, under the name of Godwin Markham.
But the money-lender's only answer was "If every ducat in six thousand ducats, Were in six parts, and every part a ducat, I would not draw them, I would have my bond." It was then that Portia arrived in her disguise, and not even her own husband knew her. The Duke gave her welcome on account of the great Bellario's introduction, and left the settlement of the case to her.
"You contemptible rascal!" cried Dave, his eyes flashing. "Why I er " stammered the money-lender's son. He did not know what to say. "Going to spoil the cream, eh?" came from Phil. "It was a mighty dirty trick, Nat." "On a level with what you did to Professor Potts," added Dave. "I er I wasn't going to do nothing!" cried Nat, with little regard for grammar.
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