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Daley just what you've told me if I want you to?" "Eh?" asked Durkin in alarm. "Oh, I don't know. I don't want to get anyone into trouble. I I'd rather not, I guess. You see, Sawyer " "If you will, I I'll buy your old shoe-blacking stand or your rug or or anything you like!" said Steve earnestly. "Will you?" "Why, maybe I might if you put it that way. The rug's two dollars."
Decidedly, the Ethiopic black, the harsh Sienna tone of this shell dulled the rug's reflections without adding to it. The dominant silver gleams in it barely sparkled, crawling with lack-lustre tones of dead zinc against the edges of the hard, tarnished shell. He bit his nails while he studied a method of removing these discords and reconciling the determined opposition of the tones.
Ruth's face had crinkled suddenly into a smile of comprehension, which Graham was too absorbed to notice. "Well, that night a steamer rug appeared on the bed. It wasn't exactly a success. You know a steamer rug's too narrow to cover two people properly. If it was over Jack, I was left out in the cold, and vice versa. We had to take turns shivering.
It was not heavy enough to annoy Lad or hurt his feelings. And its draped folds served as the top of a sort of cave for him. On the whole, Lad rather enjoyed the rug's descent. It made his narrow resting-place snugger and warmer on this chilly early morning. Patiently, Lad lay there; waiting for the car to start. He did not have long to wait.
They are desperate to-night, Miss Lorne, and will stop at nothing not even murder. There! the rug's replaced. Quick! lead me to the baron's room there's not a minute to waste." She took his hand and led him tiptoe through the darkness, and in another moment he was in the Baron de Carjorac's presence.
New conditions arose suddenly to confront him, only to find him halting, incompetent. He took a step forward. In his embarrassment his foot caught beneath a rug's edge. Calvert Carter's hand, alone, kept the king from sprawling frog-wise on the polished floor. A sudden pallor at the untimely accident came to the face of Sutphen. "What is it?" Carter whisperingly inquired of the veteran.
I've sent Dollops there to carry out his part of the programme, and when once I get the password Margot requires before she will hand over the paper, the game will be in my hands entirely. They are desperate to-night, Miss Lorne, and will stop at nothing not even murder. There! the rug's replaced. Quick! lead me to the baron's room, there's not a minute to waste."
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