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A delay in the arrival of the New York train lengthened their five minutes to fifteen; and as they paced the icy platform Faxon began to see why it had seemed the most natural thing in the world to accede to his new acquaintance's suggestion. It was because Frank Rainer was one of the privileged beings who simplify human intercourse by the atmosphere of confidence and good humour they diffuse.
Ah, it was a world to live in, and he was not ready to die! He looked back to Hank Rainer. "Hank, my time was sure to come sooner or later, but I'm not ready to die. I'm I'm too young, Hank. Well, good-by!" He found gigantic arms spreading before him. "Andy," insisted the big man, "it ain't too late for me to double-cross 'em. Let me go out first and you come straight behind me.
Lavington and his guests to be already seated at dinner; then he perceived that the table was covered not with viands but with papers, and that he had blundered into what seemed to be his host's study. As he paused Frank Rainer looked up. "Oh, here's Mr. Faxon. Why not ask him ?" Mr. Lavington, from the end of the table, reflected his nephew's smile in a glance of impartial benevolence.
Hank, was it worth five thousand to double-cross a gent that's your guest a fellow that's busted bread with you, bunked in the same room with you? And even when they've drilled me clean, and you've got the reward, don't you know that you'll be a skunk among real men from this time on? Did you figure on that when you sold me?" The hands of Hank Rainer fell suddenly, but now lower than his beard.
There were plenty of volunteers to help her fill in the time, but Rank Hath Its Privileges; Trask undertook to see to it that she did not suffer excessively from shipboard ennui. Sharll Renner and Captain Rainer approached him, during the cocktail hour before dinner, some hundred hours short of emergence. "We think we've figured out where Dunnan's base is," Renner said. "Oh, good!"
The snow-fall was thickening, and as they reached a stretch of the road between open fields the wind took them at an angle, lashing their faces with barbed thongs. Rainer stopped to take breath, and Faxon felt the heavier pressure of his arm. "When we get to the lodge, can't we telephone to the stable for a sleigh?" "If they're not all asleep at the lodge." "Oh, I'll manage. Don't talk!"
"Who's got a seal?" Frank Rainer continued, glancing about the table. "There doesn't seem to be one here." Mr. Grisben interposed. "A wafer will do. Lavington, you have a wafer?" Mr. Lavington had recovered his serenity. "There must be some in one of the drawers. But I'm ashamed to say I don't know where my secretary keeps these things.
He learned that the young man was the ward, and only nephew, of John Lavington, with whom he had made his home since the death of his mother, the great man's sister. Mr. Lavington, Rainer said, had been "a regular brick" to him "But then he is to every one, you know" and the young fellow's situation seemed in fact to be perfectly in keeping with his person.
"Go AT ONCE," he added, as if a closer look at the youth's face had impressed on him the need of backing up his friend. Young Rainer had turned ashy-pale. He tried to stiffen his mouth, into a smile. "Do I look as bad as all that?" Mr. Grisben was helping himself to terrapin. "You look like the day after an earthquake," he said concisely.
This Opera cantatrice, no beauty, though gentle, thrilling, winning, was his corner of romance. 'Do you come here often? he asked. 'Yes, I can't sleep. 'London at night, from the bridge, looks fine. By the way... 'It 's lonely here, that's the advantage, said Rainer; 'I keep silver in my pocket for poor girls going to their homes, and I'm left in peace.
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