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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Did she seem discontented with her situation?" questioned the coroner. "No." "Did Julie ever evince dislike to Mr. Spencer?" Kathleen's hand crept to her throat and she plucked nervously at her veil. "Julie was too respectful to discuss our family friends with me," she said. "You have not answered my question, Miss Whitney," was Penfield's quick retort, and Kathleen flushed under the rebuke.
"But how's all this going to help us out?" "I'll show you, when the time comes. Here's the key for Penfield's house. You'll find it nice and quiet and secluded there, and if I do bring Durkin back with me, by heaven, you'll have the privilege o' seein' a lurid end to this uncommonly lurid game!" He tossed the key into the tonneau. Keenan picked it up in silence.
Better far to be in his shoes than in those of P. Sybarite, just then.... Remembering Penfield's revolver, he made sure it was safe and handy in his pocket; then strode in and dropped an imperative hand on the policeman's shoulder. "Here wake up!" he cried; and shook him rudely. The fellow stirred, grunted, and lifted a bemused, red countenance to the breaker of rest.
He had at least made their work easy for them; he had torn open the heart of Penfield's stronghold; he had blazed a path for those officers of the law who had bowed before the inaccessibility of the building he had disrupted single-handed! "Good!" he cried, in his frenzied delight. "Give it to them good! Wreck 'em, once for all; put 'em out of business!"
He looked at her out of his pale-green furtive eyes, and locked the door with a vindictive snap of the bolts. "I'll tell you why, my gay young welcher, for we may as well understand one another, from the start. Now that Penfield's shut up his Newport place and is coolin' his heels up in Montreal for a few months, I'm runnin' this nickel-plated ranch myself.
"I shall wait one more day, because you want me to," he said, resuming the conversation which had been broken off by Penfield's incoming. "But I'll tell the truth: I came here to-night to have it over with. We were as near quarreling to-day as I want to come, and if Frisbie hadn't got between " "Good Mr. Frisbie!" she said. "Some day I hope to get a chance to be very nice to him." Ford laughed.
Robert hastily assured her that she could depend on him to the limit of his capacities, and together they seized and held the ball of conversation, occasionally tossing it from one to the other; but never permitting it for a moment to fall into either Penfield's or Mrs. Ames' hands.
Penfield's eyes promptly lost much of their genial glow, and simultaneously his face seemed weirdly less plump and rosy with prosperity and contentment. Notwithstanding this, with no loss of manner, he lifted a ceremonious glass to the health of his guest. "Congratulations!" said he; and drank as a thirsty man drinks. "May your shadow never grow less!"
"And, of course, it's part of this office's duty to keep a fool and his money together as long as possible. What is it I can do for you?" "I want your help to get a woman out of Penfield's new downtown house!" "What woman?" "She is well, she is a very near friend of mine! She's being held a prisoner there!" "By the police?" "No, by certain of Penfield's men." "What men?"
Hayden threw off his lethargy with a supreme effort. "Did she?" in a tired and rather indifferent voice. "I dare say she was afraid of disturbing the others. I asked her to take them home with her and look them over." "Oh!" Penfield's voice was a little disappointed but not suspicious. He rose. There was no use in wasting any more time on a man who took news, real news, so indifferently as Hayden.
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