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Updated: June 1, 2025
"I've been hurt. I'm just weak. Don't think about it. But you're Mr. Wilmot Allen all right, aren't you?" "Yes." "It's hard to be sure of a man you never knew and who's grown a beard since you saw him last." "I assure you," Wilmot smiled, "that I'm only waiting to reach a first-class barber-shop." "Perhaps you will change your mind." "Why should I?" "You know a man named O'Hagan?" Wilmot nodded.
She poised herself on tiptoe, half undecided, and the rustling of paper as O'Hagan opened the parcel afforded her an opportunity to escape, by drowning the noise of her movements.
"A man without scruple and without heart," the stranger remarked to himself. O'Hagan looked up with a start. "Look here," he began. "You've no right to " Then of a sudden the mist began to rise from the clump of bushes and the stranger vanished. O'Hagan was back in the flesh. He stood there dazed for the moment, with the little cross clutched in his hand.
A flood of radiance from the relighted student lamp fell athwart the floor. The girl lay close and still, holding her breath. Ten seconds, perhaps, ticked on into Eternity: seconds that were in themselves eternities. Then: "No one here, O'Hagan." The door was closed, and through its panels more faintly came: "Faith, and the murdhering divvle must've flew th' coop afore ye come in, sor."
But he waited in vain for a repetition of the sound, and eventually concluded that he had been mistaken; it had been an echo from his dreams, most likely. Besides, who should call him up? Not two people knew that he was in town: not even O'Hagan was aware that he had returned to his rooms that morning.
"I must confess, I do not see my way through it at present," returned the judge; "did not the prisoner at the bar acknowledge his guilt? had you not some difficulty in getting him to plead not guilty? Are you sure, Mr. O'Hagan, that this stranger is not a counterfeit?"
I'm rotten with debts." "For teaching my men to shoot," said Blizzard, "I will pay you the money that you owe me. That's one debt written off." "And how shall I live in the meanwhile?" "I have empowered O'Hagan to pay you five hundred dollars a month." "And the rest of my debts? How about them?" "You will fight for down-trodden people," said Blizzard gravely.
Anything I really found out like your first talk with O'Hagan I just kept to myself. I know I lied to you the first day. But I'm not lying now." The legless man smiled tolerantly. "Why did you keep on trying to find out things if you didn't mean to use them?" "Because I wanted to know all about you, what you were doing, what your interests were. I thought I could be more useful to you that way."
She must get away, and that instantly, before.... From a distance, to-morrow morning, to-night, even, by telegraph, she could communicate with him. At this juncture O'Hagan entered with his parcel. The rustle of the paper as he brushed against the door-jamb was in itself a hint to a mind keyed to the highest pitch of excitement and seeking a way of escape from a position conceived to be perilous.
By way of reply, but ungraciously, the detective stepped forward and unlocked the handcuffs. Maitland stood erect, smiling. "Thank you very much, sleuth. I shan't forget you ... O'Hagan," Tossing the janitor the keys from his desk, "you'll find some ah lemon-pop and root-beer in the buffet, this officer and his friends will no doubt join you in a friendly drink downstairs.
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