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He hurried to the office of the manager, but the stenographer said the manager was busy and could not be seen. Prale whirled away, going through the lobby toward the entrance. He met Kate Gilbert face to face. She did not seem to see him, though he was forced to step aside to let her pass. After settling himself in the other hotel, Prale ate a belated luncheon.
He finished his packing, locked the suit case, put on coat and hat and went out upon the deck. The Manatee was docking. A throng was on the wharf. Prale glanced at the buildings in the distance and forgot for the time being the scrap of paper, because of his happiness at being home again and his eagerness to land.
"Oh, I've got an office of my own now." "Getting along all right?" "Fairly well," Lerton said. "Business has been pretty good the last year." "Maybe you can dig up a few good investments for me, then," Prale said. "I've got some coin now." "I understand that you're worth a million, Sid." "Yes, I've made my pile, and came back to New York to enjoy it. But come along to the hotel."
Prale is worried almost to death because he don't know who his enemies are, or why they are causin' him a lot of trouble." "He has led you to believe that?" she asked. "I know he's tellin' the truth, ma'am. He's got a detective workin' tryin' to find out what it all means." "Then he is fooling you, and the detective also. Sidney Prale knows who his enemies are, and why they are troubling him.
"You seem to forget " "I forget nothing! I know how I have suffered, how my father and others have suffered. But I am not sure that retribution will not visit Sidney Prale even if we keep our hands off." "You're a woman; that is why!" the masked man accused. "You have a soft heart, as is right and proper in a woman. But when you remember your father " "I am not quitting!" she declared.
He reached Columbus Circle, made his way over to Fifth Avenue, and continued his walk down that broad thoroughfare. Farland had decided to go to the hotel and have a talk with Sidney Prale and Murk. He told himself that he was going to like Murk, the human hulk who suddenly had become of some use in the world. But he did not get a chance to go to the hotel just then.
"All right, if you're going to be nasty about it," the captain said. "But you won't gain anything by taking a high-and-mighty attitude with me." "I simply object to being addressed in the tone you used," Prale replied. "I am no crook. Let's get down to business. Ask me any questions you like, and I'd like to ask a few myself."
It was Prale's intention to make an attempt to meet Kate Gilbert. Murk hurried around getting his coat and hat and gloves and stick. "Fool idea!" Prale told himself. "Kate Gilbert has given me the cold shoulder already, and she certainly will do it now, since I stand accused of murder. Not a chance in the world of getting better acquainted with her now." "What do you want me to do, boss?"
The boy went back to his chair, and Sidney Prale went from the office, a puzzled and angry man. There probably was some mistake, he told himself. He'd meet Griffin during the day and tell him about the adventure. He was anxious to meet some of the men with whom he had worked ten years before, but he did not know where to find them. He'd have to wait and ask Griffin what had become of them.
Jim Farland declared. He heard the masked man chuckle. "I understand that you have been engaged by Sidney Prale to clear him of the charge of murdering Rufus Shepley." "I don't mind admitting that, since the whole city knows it," said Farland. "And also to aid Sidney Prale in outwitting certain persons who are trying to punish him for something he did." "I don't know anything about that.
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