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I should feel flattered if you would come to see me in my room some evening, where I can offer you, at any rate, a fire and a so-so cigar." "Thank you. However, I do not smoke," said Doctor Queed, and, bowing coldly to the old professor, started rapidly up the stairs.
Queed had been discharged for writing an article which outraged his chief's sense of honor, that knightly young chief who still would not betray him by a word. The little door clicked; Sharlee turned the key upon it and threw away the key. And then she turned upon West a face so luminous with pure trust that it all but unsteadied him.
Sure enough, the tail of every Q was broken off short near the root, like the rudimentary tail anatomists find in Genus Homo. Mr. Queed looked at her with scholarly triumph. "I suppose that removes all doubt," said she, "that all these came from the same person." "Unquestionably. Well? What do they suggest to you?"
Queed sat down in a big-armed rocker, and looked out the window into the pink west. So, in a minute's time and by a wholly chance happening, the mystery was out at last. Professor Nicolovius, the bland recluse of Mrs. Paynter's, and Henry G. Surface, political arch-traitor, ex-convict, and falsest of false friends, were one and the same man.
Paynter's agent, Fortune gave Queed to hear a portion of his article on the Bavarians read aloud, and read with derisive laughter. The incident occurred on a street-car, which he had taken because of the heavy snow-fall: another illustration of the tiny instruments with which Providence works out its momentous designs.
"I am the man, sir. How may I serve you?" Queed laid on the table the card West had given him with a pencilled line of introduction. "Oh Mr. Queed! Certainly certainly. Sit down, sir. I have been expecting you. Let me get those papers out of your way." Colonel Cowles had a heavy jaw and rather too rubicund a complexion. He looked as if apoplexy would get him some day.
As she raised it to let it perform its dainty function, her glance fell on Queed, sitting darkly in his rocking-chair. A look of mild surprise came into her eye: not that it was of any consequence, but plainly she had forgotten that he was there. "Oh ... You don't mind waiting a few minutes?" "I do m " "You promised half an hour I think? Never fear that I shall take longer "
I called on him before I left New York. No, no; I may discover my father or he may discover me, or not, but we can rest absolutely assured that I shall get no help from Tim." "But you can't mean simply to sit still " "And leave matters to him. I do." "But but," she still protested, "he is evidently unhappy Mr. Queed evidently counting on you for something "
He got up, lit the lamps, pulled down the shade. The old man lay back in his chair, his hands gripping its arms, the lamplight full upon him. Never had Queed seen him look less inspiring to affection.
"If I refuse," Surface took up the theme, "it is for your sake as well as mine. My boy, you don't know what you ask. It is charity, mere mad charity to people whom I have no love for, who " "Then," said Queed, "two things must happen. First, I must lay the facts before Miss Weyland." Surface's manner changed; his eyes became unpleasant. "You are not serious.
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