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What he did not know was that the smash, the solitary cell, and a weakened body were pushing me harder than any of his specious arguments. "I've got to get out!" I groaned, with the cold sweat starting out all over me. "Whitredge, I've had enough in these few days to break an iron man!" "Naturally; married only a month, and all that.
Crewe, being a man of the world, looked incredulous. "Senator," Mr. Flint continued, turning to Mr. Whitredge, "you know as much about politics in this State as any man of my acquaintance, have you ever heard of any connection between this Braden and the Northeastern Railroads?" The senator had a laugh that was particularly disarming. "Bless your soul, no," he replied. "You will pardon me, Mr.
"I wanted to have a little private conversation with you which might be of considerable interest to us both." And Mr. Crewe laid down on the desk a somewhat formidable roll of papers. "I trust the presence of Senator Whitredge will not deter you," answered Mr. Flint. "He is an old friend of mine." Mr. Crewe was on his feet again with surprising alacrity, and beside the senator's chair.
It was at this precise moment that footsteps in the corridor warned me that someone was coming. A bit of the old convict secretiveness made me hastily thrust the papers out of sight under the cot blankets, and at the rattling of the key in the lock I stood up to confront Whitredge. "You?" I said. "I thought you were going to give me until to-morrow morning."
Whitredge, with marked impatience, "he wants to see you right away." All day long Hilary Vane held conference in Number Seven, and at six o'clock sent a request that the Honourable Adam visit him. The Honourable Adam would not come; and the fact leaked out through the Honourable Adam.
And with this impressive command, received with nods of understanding, Senator Whitredge advanced slowly towards Number Seven, knocked, and entered. Be it known that Mr. Flint, with characteristic caution, had not confided even to the senator that the Honourable Hilary had had a stroke. "Ah, Vane," he said, in his most affable tones, "how are you?"
Crewe, being a man of the world, looked incredulous. "Senator," Mr. Flint continued, turning to Mr. Whitredge, "you know as much about politics in this State as any man of my acquaintance, have you ever heard of any connection between this Braden and the Northeastern Railroads?" The senator had a laugh that was particularly disarming. "Bless your soul, no," he replied. "You will pardon me, Mr.
"Hello, Whitredge; at your old tricks, are you?" snapped the new-comer brusquely. And then to me: "What are you signing there, Bertrand?" "Nothing, now without your advice," I said, getting up and handing him the letter.
Remembering the clammy handshakings of the forenoon, I thought I should never again want to see anybody that I knew. And thus I made the second of the miserable blunders which led to all that followed. "Let it be that way," I said. "If Jorkins will go with me up to Mrs. Thompson's so that I can get a few things and pack a grip " "Oh, of course," said Whitredge, readily enough.
As I have said, I had money of my own in the bank vault; much more than enough to bribe easy-going Sam Jorkins, the constable who, as Whitredge had said, was to take me to Jefferson. I weighed and measured all the chances and hazards, and there were only two for which I could not provide in advance.
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