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"To take her to her flat and search it." Obermuller came over to me then, and took my hand for a minute. "It's a pity they don't know about the Gray rose diamond," he whispered, helping me on with my jacket. "They'd see how silly this little three-hundred dollar business is.... Brace up, Nance Olden!"
Guess who gave it to me." He shook his head. "My husband!" Maggie Monahan, he didn't even blink. Perhaps in the Bishop's set husbands are not uncommon, or very likely they don't know what a husband like Fred Obermuller means. "I congratulate you, my child, or or did it were you " "Why, I'd never seen Fred Obermuller then," I cried. "Can't you tell a difference, Bishop?" I pleaded.
And the time isn't so far off when, if you get her, you people will be " "Just how much is your interest in her worth?" the little man sneered. Obermuller glared at him, and in the pause I murmured demurely: "Only a six-year contract." Mag, you should have seen 'em jump both of 'em; the little man with vexation, the big one with surprise. A contract! Me? Nance Olden!
For a week I had been talking Obermuller's comedy to Mason, the secretary. In the evenings I stood about in the wings and watched the Van Twiller company in Brambles. There was one fat role in it that I just ached for, but I lost all that ache and found another, when I overheard two of the women talking about Obermuller and me one night.
But we've got the What? Don't remember where you " "Steady, Nance," whispered Obermuller, grabbing my other hand. I tried to stand steady, but everything swayed and I couldn't hear the rest of what the Chief was saying, though all my life seemed condensed into a listening. But I did hear when he jammed the receiver on the hook and faced us. "Well, they've got the money.
I cried, throwing that awful paper on the desk before him. "Now cinch 'em, Fred Obermuller, as they cinched you. It'll be the holiest blackmail that ever oh, and will you pay for the hansom?" I don't remember much about the first part of the lunch. I was so hungry I wanted to eat everything in sight, and so happy that I couldn't eat a thing. But Mr.
The big man climbed up on the seat with the driver. The blue-eyed fellow got in and sat beside me, closing the door. "I'll be out there almost as soon as you are," Obermuller said, standing a moment beside the lowered window. "You good fellow!" I said, and then, trying to laugh: "I'll do as much for you some day." He shook his fist laughingly at me, and I waved my hand as we drove of.
None but the swellest place in town was good enough, Obermuller had said, for us to celebrate in. The waiters looked queerly at us when we came in me in my dusty shoes and mussed hair and old rig, and Mr. O. in his working togs. But do you suppose we cared? He was smoking and I was pretending to eat fruit when at last I got fairly launched on my story.
When I'd seen him go tagging after her chippy Ladyship behind the scenes long enough, I told Obermuller one day that it was absurd to send the mock Lady out on the boards and keep the live Lord hidden behind. He jumped at the idea, and they rigged up a little act for the two the Lord and the Lady.
Obermuller mustn't get any idea what we're up to.... He don't love you no for shaking him?" "He's furious; wouldn't even say good-by. I'm done for with him, anyway, I guess. But what could I do?" "Nothing, my dear; nothing. You're a smart little girl," he chuckled. "Ta-ta!" Just what I'd been hoping for I don't know, but I knew that my chance had come that morning.
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