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Prale's valet last night," Farland heard the other say. "In some manner, the valet escaped, and so we were obliged to have you brought here instead of to the place where we had him, and which was considerably nearer the city. I regret it if the long ride annoyed you, but you will appreciate that it was necessary for my men to bind and gag you." "It certainly was if they expected to get me here!"
I'll inform you as soon as possible of the name of the man I select to fill your legal shoes in this matter. That is satisfactory? Very well. Murk!" Murk hurried in from the adjoining room when he heard Sidney Prale's call. "Show Mr. Coadley to the hall door, Murk!" Sidney Prale said. "And while you are about it, please close that ventilator in the corner of the room.
Prale's a man, and a square man, and I'm goin' to stand by him!" "He has fooled you! You do not know him for the scoundrel that he is." "Maybe it's you that's bein' fooled, lady." "No. If you knew all, you would understand." "Well, why don't you tell me, then? If you prove to me that Mr. Prale is a crook or somethin', and that you people ain't, maybe I'll change my mind about some things."
"He could do nothing except tell it to Prale and Prale knows it already, doesn't he?" Kate Gilbert asked. "You want to let the fellow go?" the masked man cried. "Why, we can use him as a sort of hostage!" "As if Sidney Prale would care if he never saw his valet again!" "He is more than a valet; he is one of Prale's spies!
Already those on board were calling greetings to relatives and friends on the wharf, and Prale's face grew solemn for a moment because there was nobody to welcome him. "Not a friend in the world," he had said to Rufus Shepley that morning. "A man with a million dollars has a million friends," Shepley had replied.
"You were kind enough to say that you believed me innocent of the murder charge " "I do. I hate to have you facing a thing like that when you are innocent. But this other thing is " "Can't you explain? I give you my word of honor that I do not understand this." "Your word of honor!" she sneered, facing him again. "You speak of honor you? That is the best jest of all!" Sidney Prale's face flushed.
He saw a gigantic man who had the general appearance of a thug, whose chin was thrust forward aggressively, and whose hands were opening and closing as if he wished they were around Sidney Prale's throat. "I've a notion to smash you one!" the fellow said, advancing toward Prale a bit. Prale's temper flamed at once. His own chin was shot forward, and his own hands closed.
"I've investigated that little matter, Sid," he reported. "Those fellows gave fictitious addresses, as you supposed they had done, and it is an even bet that the names they gave were fictitious, too. No doubt about it, Sid they were hired to get you. You'd better be on guard and a bit careful." An hour before dinner, Detective Jim Farland suddenly appeared in Sidney Prale's suite at the hotel.
Murk picked them up and put them on, and then he followed at Prale's heels until they were on the street and beneath the nearest light. There they stopped and looked each other over. Murk was short, but he was built for strength. Prale could tell at a glance that the man, even poorly nourished as he was, had muscles that could be depended on. Prale liked the look around Murk's eyes, too.
If we can hold this man prisoner, and attend to Jim Farland, that detective, Prale would stand alone. There are not many men he would trust to help him. And, if he stands alone, it will be easier for us to torment him, cause him trouble, drive him away!" "Sometimes I regret that we started this thing," Kate Gilbert said. "What will it avail us to make Prale's life miserable?"
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