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He paid the chauffeur and dismissed him, and told Murk to return to the hotel. Then he went back into the house and joined Mr. Griffin again, and after Griffin had telephoned several persons, he ordered his car, got into it with Prale, and started downtown.
Murk admitted him, and the distinguished criminal lawyer sat in the window beside Prale, a grave expression on his face, his manner that of a disconcerted man. "I gather you do not bring good news, judging from your countenance," Prale said. "At least, I have not come to say that the case against you is any stronger," Coadley replied. "I'd like to speak to you alone, Mr. Prale." "Certainly.
Kate Gilbert was a woman who would appeal to a majority of men, but there seemed to be something peculiar about her, Prale told himself. He knew that she had avoided him purposely during the voyage, and that she had spoken to him purposely now, yet had asked nothing except whether he had chosen a hotel. Why should Kate Gilbert wish to know where he was going to stop?
Marie called up a vision of a petite, trim woman from sunny France, and this Marie was nothing of the sort. She appeared more to be a peasant used to hard labor, Prale decided. And he could not understand the expression on the woman's face as she looked at him. It was almost one of loathing. "Got me mixed up with somebody else, or somebody has been giving me a bad reputation," Prale mused.
It remarked that unless I gave up this case, somebody would make things hard for me, or words to that effect. Old stuff! If they are so scared that they send threatening letters, they're whipped right now and they know it!" "I had an interesting experience this afternoon," said Prale. "The fight?" "I don't mean that. I met Kate Gilbert in front of the library.
I have no relatives in the world except a male cousin about my own age, and I never communicated with him after going to Honduras. There was a girl once " "There always is a girl," Shepley said softly, as Prale ceased speaking. "But that ended ten years ago," Prale continued. "I stand alone with my million."
There would be a happy crowd at a certain club he knew, at which he always had been made welcome. A man could sit out on the veranda and look over the tumbling sea, and hear the ship's bells strike. Sidney Prale found himself just a bit homesick for Honduras. "Got to get over it," he told himself. "No sense in feeling this way. I'll have a hundred friends before I've been in town a month!"
An attendant ushered him into the president's private office immediately. "Sit down, Mr. Prale," said the financier. "I am glad that you came to see me this morning. I was just about to have somebody look you up." "Anything the matter?" Prale asked. "Your funds were transferred to us by our Honduras correspondent," the financier said.
I woke up early in the mornin' and got up and dressed. Mr. Prale got up later, and we ate breakfast in the suite. Then the cops came. One of them took Mr. Prale away, and he told me to stay in the rooms until sent for. The other cop rummaged around the rooms and then left." Prale bent forward. "There is one man who can speak the truth," he told the captain.
"You know about Sidney Prale being in a bit of trouble, of course?" "Yes. Can't understand it," Lerton replied, frowning. "Sidney always had a temper, of course, but I never thought he would resort to murder during a fit of it. You know, I never got along with him any too well.
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