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Updated: May 2, 2025
They would move heaven and earth to reach him now! All the trickery, all the hell-born ingenuity that they possessed would be launched against him now, and Jimmie Dale's face, that had been set and hard, relaxed suddenly. Well, granted all that! What did it matter now? They would but hunt a myth! Between them and himself now there stood the Tocsin's note.
"I ain't fallin' fer steers!" he said shortly. "Dis is on de level." Jimmie Dale lurched up from his chair, and, leaning over the lamp chimney, drew wheezily on his cigarette to get a light. His eyes sought the Tocsin's face. To all intents and purposes she was entirely absorbed in the Magpie. He sat down again to gape, with well-stimulated, doglike admiration, at Slimmy Joe.
Dale had gone away for a trip"? He could trust Jason; Jason already knew much more than one of those mysterious letters of the Tocsin's had passed through Jason's hands. Jimmie Dale shook his head. No; he could communicate with Jason from downtown in the morning.
He began to move noiselessly around the room a rather ornately furnished combination sitting and bedroom. "Keep away, if dangerous," had been the Tocsin's caution. He smiled grimly. What danger could there be? He had only to face one at a time; the Tocsin could absolutely be depended upon to see to that, and the advantage of surprise was with him.
The festivities they illumined obtained no mention in the paper, nor did they who trod the measures in this second temple exhibit any sense of injury because of the Tocsin's omission.
Jimmie Dale, busy with his problem, his mind sifting and turning this way and that the curious, and in some cases apparently conflicting details of the Tocsin's letter, paid little attention to his surroundings, save to note approvingly from time to time that a request to Benson to hurry was equivalent to something perilously near to a contempt of speed laws.
Not that they had overlooked or been blind to this, they were too clever, too cunning for that it was only that they had planned to accomplish the Tocsin's death, as they had her father's and uncle's, and ESTABLISH the false Henry LaSalle in undisputed possession and ownership of the estate and had failed in that up to the present.
This might even have explained his acquaintanceship with Clarie Archman, except for the fact that it did not explain Clarie Archman's co-operation in a premeditated robbery with any one! Again Jimmie Dale shook his head and there came another question, one for which no answer, even of a suggestive nature, had been supplied in the Tocsin's letter.
Before half past ten, the message said; and it was scarcely ten o'clock yet. In view of the Tocsin's note, be had intended returning to the Sanctuary, resuming his own proper character, and, either at the St. James Club, or at his home, wait for further word from her.
"Dear Philanthropic Crook" his eyes were on the Tocsin's letter that lay before him. He read on for once, even to Jimmie Dale's keen, facile mind, a first reading had failed to convey the full significance of what she had written.
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