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"Poker" John was struggling hard to bring a once keen intellect to bear upon the affair. He had listened to the money-lender's account of the raid with an almost doubtful understanding, the chief shock to which was the re-appearance of the supposed dead Retief, that prince of "hustlers," who, two years ago, had terrorized the neighborhood by his impudent raids.
I compared it with the money-lender's name and address as recorded in my pocket-book, and identified it at once as the writing of Sergeant Cuff. Looking through the paper eagerly enough, after this discovery, I found an ink-mark drawn round one of the police reports. Here it is, at your service.
Martin, please.... That you, Charlie? ... You might come in a cab to Jermyn Street I forget the number Dan Levy's, the money-lender's thanks, old chap! ... Wait a bit, Charlie a constable...." But Dan Levy had unlocked his door and flung it open. "There you are, you scoundrels! But we'll meet again, my fine swell-mobsmen!" Raffles was frowning at the telephone. "I've been cut off," said he.
He came back to this quarter of the world, to the Rue des Gres, and went into a money-lender's house; everybody knows him, Gobseck, a stuck-up rascal, that would make dominoes out of his father's bones, a Turk, a heathen, an old Jew, a Greek; it would be a difficult matter to rob him, for he puts all his coin into the Bank." "Then what was Father Goriot doing there?" "Doing?" said Vautrin.
It had come about in an evil hour when he was desperate for a dowry for his eldest daughter, now come of marriageable age. He had listened to the village money-lender's advice that he might take a second wife himself and transfer to the daughter the dowry that the second wife would bring.
"That's your Breed, I take it. For the moment I thought it was some one else; it's always best in these parts to shoot first and inquire afterwards. I occasionally get some strange visitors." The policeman laughed as he went to the door. His irritation at the money-lender's manner was forgotten.
The note was taken by Nat. Then the money-lender's son took a soft pillow and placed it over Dave's face. "That will keep you from calling too loudly," he said. "I guess it won't hurt your breathing though. Come," he added to the man. "Let us get out of here, before somebody comes." "All right," answered Tom Shocker. He gazed wistfully at Dave's watchchain and at the stickpin.
Gautier had taken devilish satisfaction in telling the wretched man of what had been done mouthing the details in the manner of one who finds joy in cruelty. He remembered past injuries, and reveled in the money-lender's agony. After a toilsome journey the Breeds halted at the point where the path divided into three. Jacky and Bill sat on their horses and watched the scene.
"Sit down and let me hear the worst." Lablache's voice rasped harshly as he delivered his mandate. Horrocks had just arrived at the money-lender's store after his visit to the half-breed camp. The police-officer looked weary. And the dejected expression on his face had drawn from his companion the hesitating superlative. "Have you got anything to eat?"
"Just so. You will have to meet your liabilities to me." "But but man." The rancher spluttered for words to express himself. This was the money-lender's opportunity, and he seized it. "You see, John, in retiring from business I am not altogether a free agent. My affairs are so mixed up with the affairs of the Calford Trust and Loan Co.
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