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"Aw, Mr. Hochenheimer, I ain't got thorns." Out from the velvet shadows his face came closer. "It's thorns to me, Miss Renie, because you're so pretty and sweet, and and seem so far away from a plain fellow like me." "I'm a plain man, Miss Renie, and I don't know how to talk much about the things I feel inside of me; but but I feel, all-righty." "Looks ain't everything."
"It is not necessary for me to explain to you." "But I have need of your services." "We may meet again." "We must meet again." "I can be of no service to you." "You can." "Never, until you tell me the whole story about Renie. Meantime, you haven't a moment to spare." "But it is equally dangerous for you to remain here." "No. I can take care of myself; but I would not be answerable for you."
Upon entering the cabin the girl was addressed by her father, who asked: "Renie, what do you think of that fellow?" "He is a mysterious man, father, but he appears to be friendly to us." "He has spoken nothing but the truth, so far, my child. Garcia is a villain! it was he who assailed me." "How was it he came to assail you, father?"
"You would if you knew all I had to tell." "Well, as I don't know all you've got to tell, and as I don't desire to listen to you, I'll bid you goodnight." "You always were down on me, Renie, but I'm a friend of your'n arter all, and I've collared the secret of your life, and I'd tell it to you, only you're so darn uppish when I go to speak to you."
I'm sorry that boy ain't home, so you could meet him again. We call him the dude of the family. Renie, pass Mr. Hochenheimer the toothpicks." A pair of deep-lined brackets sprang out round Mr. Shongut's mouth. "Why ain't that boy home for supper, where he belongs?" "Ach, now, Adolph, don't get excited right away. Always, Mr.
Like a mother she begged for me, Renie like a mother. God! I I tell you I couldn't go through it again; but she got him, Renie she got him!" "Go on, Izzy go on!"
The girl's face assumed the hue of death, a thrilling suspicion flashed through her mind. "You can save me, Renie, but if you betray my real identity I am doomed!" "Are you Spencer Vance?" "Yes." "Heavens! what does this mean?" "It is no time for explanations now; tell me, is your father dead" "He shows signs of life." "Then you can save my life." "You shall not die!"
Her daughter read, blew the envelope open at its ripped end and inserted the letter. Her eyes, gray as dawn, met her mother's. "Well, Renie, is is he well?" Silence. "You're afraid, I guess, it gives me a little pleasure if I know what he has to say. A girl gets a letter from a man like Max Hochenheimer, of Cincinnati, and sits like a funeral!"
Strange revelations were to follow. The detective was beginning to take a more favorable view of the character of the man in the rubber coat. "It is over a week since you saw Renie?" "Yes." "When you saw her last had you reason to fear any special danger she was likely to encounter?" "Why do you ask that question?"
"Well, speak out." "Clear out, boys; you know what business you have on hand; get down to work, and if you fail, I'll meet you at Rigby's later on." The men moved away, the detective going with them; and a few moments later Renie, Denman, and the old smuggler were alone. "Renie," said Denman, "haven't we always treated you well?"
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