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The detective leaned back against the cushions and regarded Murk closely. He knew that Sidney Prale had guessed correctly, that Murk was the sort of man who would prove loyal to a friend. "This is a bad business," Farland said. "It's tough," said Murk. "If it was anybody but Sid Prale, I'd say he was guilty. It sure looks bad. And there is that fountain pen!"
It's been so long since I've used it, and I've used so many others since that I don't know. What's the difference?" "I'll call you Murk," said Prale. "That expresses the dark river, the deed you were about to do, and the evident state of your feelings." "It's as good as any, I suppose." "What's your particular grievance against the world in general?" "It ain't anything in particular," said Murk.
If you are afraid to be seen in my presence, kindly keep away from me hereafter and don't worry about me looking you up at your office. I'll not take the trouble!" Sidney Prale said nothing more; he whirled around and walked rapidly up the Avenue, enraged, wondering what it all meant, determined to find out as soon as possible. Lerton ran after him. "Won't you go away, Sid?" he whimpered. "No.
"A lot of folks make fun of the fiction detective who goes around with a magnifying glass in one hand, but, believe me, a good glass shows up a lot of things. It isn't showing up anything here, though. Where do you suppose these things came from?" "I don't know," said Prale. "Got the first one on the ship, did you?" "The first two.
We never were close to each other, and yet we are cousins, and I hate to see you in trouble." "Stop your hypocritical sniveling!" Prale cried. "You are lying and you know it! You saw me last night " "But I didn't!" "You did and tried to get me to run away, and wouldn't tell me your reason for it." George Lerton licked at his lips and looked appealingly at the captain of detectives.
We worked for the same firm ten years ago, and after I went to Honduras, George made some money and got into business for himself; at least he told me so last night." "So you merely shook hands and renewed your acquaintance?" the captain asked. "There was something peculiar about the meeting," Prale replied. "In what way?" "Lerton urged me to leave New York and remain away.
"Sidney Prale has a million dollars, but you'll never see much of it. He isn't the sort of man to toss his money away. And there are others, not particularly Prale's friends, who have many millions between them." "Well, that ain't doin' me much good." "But it may do you a lot of good. We want information and we stand ready to pay for it."
"So I sent the notes and money to the barber and clothing merchant, and they denied that Prale had visited them, thus smashing his alibi. I denied that I had met him on the Avenue. I thought that I was safe. But the barber and merchant told Farland the truth, and the police began to think that Sid was not guilty. "I grew almost frantic then.
They pulled their chairs up to the table. "This man is stubborn," she said. "You could starve him or beat him, and it would do you not the slightest good. It would only make him the more determined to be faithful to Prale. We would gain nothing. We've got to convince him that we are in the right." "I object to telling him the whole truth," said the masked man.
Prale," the captain said, looking at him peculiarly. "It always has been a mystery to me why a man keen in business and supposed to possess brains goes to pieces when he commits a crime and tells a tale that is full of holes." "I beg your pardon!" Prale said. "Sit down, Mr. Prale, over there and I'll have some of the witnesses in.
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