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Sprouse looked thoughtful for a long time. "So O'Dowd knows that I really was after the swag, eh? He believes I got it?" "I suppose so." "The only one who thinks I'm absolutely innocent is Ugo, of course, and Mrs. Van Dyke. That's good." Sprouse smacked his lips. "Just send me on to Hornville in the car, and don't give me another thought till you hear from me.
"To-morrow morning will suit me," said Sprouse cheerfully, "if it suits you." After thrashing about in his bed for seven sleepless hours, Barnes arose and gloomily breakfasted alone. He was not discouraged over his failure to arrive at anything tangible in the shape of a plan of action.
"We? You amuse me, Sprouse." "Well, I can't do any more than give my promise, my solemn oath, or something like that. I can't give a bond, you know. I swear to you that if I lay hands on that stuff, I will deliver it to you. Might just as well trust me as Ugo. You won't get them from him, that's sure; and you may get them from me." "Is it revenge you're after?"
He left the room so abruptly that Barnes never quite got over the weird impression that he squeezed through that slender crack, and pulled it after him! Many minutes passed before he turned on the light. The key of the box was tied to the wire grip. With trembling fingers he inserted it in the lock and opened the lid.... "A half-million dollars' worth of nice little things," Sprouse had said!
I want to prove to the world that I didn't take those jewels. "Just what do you mean by 'the world, Sprouse?" "My world," he replied succinctly. "I'm not a piker, you know," he went on, cocking one eye in a somewhat supercilious manner. "The stakes are always high in my game. I don't play for pennies." "Get in the car," said Barnes suddenly.
His lovely companion, falling asleep, blocked all hope of a council of war, so to speak. Miss Thackeray refused to allow her to be disturbed. She listened with sparkling eyes to Barnes's curtailed account of the exploit of the night before. He failed to mention Mr. Sprouse. It was not an oversight. "Sort of white slavery game, eh?" she said, with bated breath. "Good gracious, Mr.
Is she even remotely eligible to her country's throne?" "Remotely, yes," said Sprouse without hesitation. Barnes waited, but nothing further was volunteered. "So remotely that she could marry a chap like O'Dowd without giving much thought to future complications?" he ventured. "She'd be just as safe in marrying O'Dowd as she would be in marrying you," was Sprouse's unsatisfactory response.
A moment later he swung over the sill, and dropped lightly to the ground eight feet below. Dusting his hands, he advanced and extended one of them to the bewildered Barnes. "Oh, you won't shake, eh? Well, it doesn't matter. I don't blame you." "See here, Sprouse or whatever your name is, " "Cool off! I'll explain in ten words. I didn't get the stuff.
If you don't guard them pretty closely, my friend, you will regain consciousness some day and find you haven't got them any longer. Good night and good-bye for the present. Stick close to your room till morning and then beat it with her for New York. I give you two days' start, remember." He switched off the light suddenly. Barnes gasped and prepared to defend himself. Sprouse chuckled.
Barnes, trusting to the little man's eyes, and hanging close upon his coat-tails, followed blindly but gallantly in the tracks of the leader. It seemed to him that they stumbled along parallel to the road for miles before Sprouse came to a halt. "Climb over the fence here, and stick close to me. Are you getting your cats'-eyes?" "Yes, I can see pretty well now.
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