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Parker gave a quick glance behind him to see if they were observed, and then he said: "My God, Steell, something terrible has happened! At any cost, we mustn't let the wife know " The lawyer stared at his companion in amazement. "What is it, for Heaven's sake?" he demanded, looking anxiously at his vis-
The president called out to him: "Hello, Steell. What are you so busy about? Entertaining the women, eh? Always thought you were a lady killer. Suppose you come and smoke a cigar with me and let our friend here go and have a chat with his wife. You've no right to monopolize the fair sex in that fashion, even if you are a trust lawyer.
The lawyer shook his head ominously. Gravely he said: "That fellow Keralio will bear watching. I think I'll put my Sherlock Holmes on his track." Ray laughed. "Oh, that would be exciting a drama in real life. Please do " "Good morning, ladies!" said a voice close at hand. "Good morning, Mr. Steell." All looked up.
Looking up, she asked: "What are you all so amused about?" Ray smiled as she replied: "We're arguing about dual personalities. Mr. Steell insists that there is no such thing. Mr. Reynolds agrees with him. He is wrong of course. I know of several well-authenticated cases, and the medical records are there to back me up." "Exactly what do you mean by dual personality?" demanded the lawyer.
"It's all one needs, and perhaps as good as those more complicated and more verbose." More seriously and lowering her voice so Ray, who was still busy at the other end of the room, might not overhear, she said: "Mr. Steell you are so clever you know all about everything. Tell me, do you know anything about Wall Street?" The ingenuousness of the question amused him.
As he approached his journey's end, he accelerated his pace, going along so fast that it was as much as Dick and Steell could do to keep up with him. The night was dark and foggy, and at times they could not see him for the mist. But as he came within the glare of each lamp post, they could make out his lithe figure, scurrying along as if the devil himself were at his heels.
It was late Saturday afternoon and she had been with Ray and Mr. Steell to see some paintings a private view of a remarkable collection of old masters. After having tea at the Plaza they had taken a brisk walk through the Park, the lawyer insisting that the exercise would do them good. "It's just come, m'm," said the maid, holding out the thin envelope.
Inside the conversation began again. "Hush! Listen!" whispered Steell. The voice of Keralio was once more raised in angry tones. "Didn't I tell you that I wanted the child brought here at once?" "Oui, monsieur, but I could not. I had ze rest of ze money to get rid of and ze suitcase to carry. I will bring her in a taxi to-morrow." "Where is she?"
"Gone to a kidnapper's den. Great God! She's running a terrible risk. Where has she gone? I'll go to her." "I don't know, sir, but Mr. Steell may know " "Ah, that's right. I'll go and see Steell." Not waiting to say more he rushed down the steps, and, hailing another taxi, went off at full speed in the direction of Wilbur Steell's office.
"Oh, come now," protested her brother-in-law, "I've noticed you and Steell spooning often enough." Stylishly and tastefully dressed, her face beaming with animation, her eyes sparkling with intelligence, Kenneth's sister-in-law was a pretty, wholesome looking girl. She had beautiful blond hair like her sister, and fine, white teeth that told of good health and perfect digestion.
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