Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 12, 2025
To-morrow, perhaps, and Smarlinghue, and the Gray Seal, and Larry the Bat would have passed forever out of existence, and there would be only Jimmie Dale, and she, and love and a phantom left behind in the underworld against whom the underworld and this evil genius of crime might pit their wits to their hearts' content!
In the mirror he could see that huge jaw outthrust, the black eyes narrowed, an ugly leer on the working face and a revolver in the Wolf's hand that held a bead on his, Jimmie Dale's, head. It was "Smarlinghue," the wretched, nervous, drug-wrecked creature that turned around and, as though startled at the sight of the other, almost let the bottle fall from his hand. "So it was you eh Smarlinghue!
If that chance failed well, then it was the end the end of Smarlinghue, the end of Jimmie Dale, the end of Larry the Bat, the end of the Gray Seal and the Wolf would have kept his pledge to gangland. But it would be an end that gangland would long remember, and an end that the Wolf would share! The street was just before him now.
Curse you!" snarled the Wolf. "Come out here, and stand in the centre of the room!" Smarlinghue cringed. He put down the bottle with a trembling hand, and slouched forward. "I ain't done nothing!" he whined. "No, you ain't done a thing except crack a box and pinch about ten thousand dollars' worth of sparklers!" The Wolf's face, if possible, was more ugly in its threat than before.
Smarlinghue began to wring his hands nervously one over the other. He shook his head helplessly again. "It wasn't me!" He licked his lips. "Honest, it wasn't me! I I don't know what you're talking about. I ain't been out of this room. Honest! Somebody's trying to put me in wrong. I tell you, I ain't been out of here all night. I look!"
Suddenly Smarlinghue pushed back the wristband of his shirt, and pricked the skin with the needle of the hypodermic. The door, without a sound, swung wide open. Clancy stood in the doorway. "Good-night again, Smarlinghue," he said coolly. The hypodermic fell clattering to the floor; Smarlinghue jumped nervously in his chair.
Suppose" he caught the syringe in a quick grip between the fingers of both hands "suppose I just put this little toy out of commission now, and " With a shrill screech, Smarlinghue sprang from his chair, and clawed like a demented man at the other's hands for possession of the hypodermic. Clancy surrendered the syringe with a mocking grin, and shoved Smarlinghue backward into his chair again.
It was pitch black here, but it was familiar ground to Larry the Bat in the old days, and therefore to Smarlinghue in the new.
Jimmie Dale stooped, fumbled amongst the canvases, and produced the cash-box. Well, the diamonds would have to go, that was all he had no choice left to him. But he was still "Smarlinghue," still the half cowed, yet half defiant, pale-faced creature that shook with mingled rage and fear, as he turned again.
And it was that that kept him in the underworld, that had forced him to create again a role in gangland, the role of Smarlinghue, in the hope that he might track her enemies down. She would not help him. If she knew, and she must know, the authors of this new danger that had driven her once more into hiding, she would not tell him. She was afraid for him. She had said that.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking