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"No," said Darrow; "but if this thing carries out to its logical conclusion, I'm going to need a good bull-terrier pup!" The next morning promptly at eight o'clock Jack Warford, in response to a muttered invitation, burst excitedly into Percy Darrow's room.
"A beneficent and just holdup," added Darrow; "the first of its kind in this city." McCarthy glared at him malevolently. "It don't go unless you deliver the goods," he threatened. "Understood," agreed Darrow. "What's his name?" demanded McCarthy, withdrawing the pencil stub, and preparing to write. "His name," answered Darrow, "is John Warford, Junior."
First, a command to leave within a specified and brief period; second, a threat in case of disobedience. That threat was always carried out." Darrow turned to Mrs. Warford. "With your permission, I should like to smoke," said he. "I can follow my thought better." "By all means," accorded the lady.
Darrow quite deliberately lighted a cigarette, flipped the match into the grate, and leaned back luxuriously. Professor Eldridge sat bolt upright, waiting. Helen Warford watched them both. "You have no humanity; you have no imagination," stated Darrow at last. "You follow the dictates of rigid science, and of logic." "Most certainly," Eldridge agreed to this, as to a compliment.
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