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Updated: May 12, 2025
Talk fairly loud." The test produced the same result. "Maybe I talk in my sleep," remarked Byng, with a troubled, ironical laugh. Suddenly there shot into Barry Whalen's mind a thought which startled him, which brought the colour to his face with a rush. For years he had suspected Krool, had considered him a danger.
So it'll be Cape to Cairo in good time, dear lad, and no damnation, if you please.... Why, what's got into you? And again, what have you come to see me about, anyhow? You knew we were to meet at dinner at Wallstein's to-night. Is there anything that's skulking at our heels to hurt us?" The scowl on Barry Whalen's dissipated face cleared a little.
The three girls arrived just in time to hear a discussion regarding Kit Patten's behavior. Vivian Long, Edith Whalen's friend, was talking. "I think after such a disgraceful thing, Kit Patten should be asked to resign from the club." "Don't you think she should be allowed to defend herself?" asked Shirley, not waiting to be seated. At a nudge from Edith, Vivian was again on her feet.
Looking after Barry Whalen's retreating figure he saw this new, grave world opening out before him; and as the vision floated before his eyes, Barry's appeal that he should visit Jasmine at the hospital came to him. Jasmine suffered. He recalled Barry's words: "She's as thin as she once wasn't, but twice as beautiful.
We were so afraid you would not last Tuesday, and we felt dreadful, even Felicity. We all prayed for you. I think the others have stopped now, but I keep it up every night still, for fear you might have a relaps. Whalen's pears for you. I've got them hid where nobody can find them. There's only a dozen because Dan et all the rest, but I guess you will like them.
And now there was not one of them that saw anything incongruous in the whip of rhinoceros-hide lying on the table, or clinched in Barry Whalen's hand. On the contrary, it gave them a sense of supreme naturalness. They had lived in a land where the sjambok was the symbol of progress. It represented the forward movement of civilization in the wilderness.
Barry Whalen's fingers closed on the whip, and now a look of fear crept over Krool's face. If there was one thing calculated to stir with fear the Hottentot blood in him, it was the sight of the sjambok.
A block further on a uniformed policeman stepped forward to have a look at Whalen's prisoner. "Moll-buzzer," explained Policeman Whalen briefly to his brother of the force. A "moll-buzzer" is a thief who robs women in crowds. The uniformed policeman fell back and the crowd moved forward, but Dick seized the second policeman's coat sleeve.
"Brandy quick," urged Byng, and, lifting up the head a little, he presently caught the glass from Whalen's hand and poured some brandy slowly between the bluish lips. "Some one ring for Krool," he added. A moment later Krool entered. "The doctor my doctor and his own and a couple of nurses," Byng said, sharply, and Krool nodded and vanished.
"The Baas you have forgotten him," said Wallstein. A look combined of cunning, fear and servility crossed Krool's face, but he said, morosely: "The Baas I will do what I like." There was a singular defiance and meaning in his tone, and the moment seemed critical, for Barry Whalen's face was distorted with fury.
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