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In the morning, after sniffing delicately at the paper, which exhaled a powerful smell of musk, she sat at her table and wrote him a letter. She made several drafts before she attained the tone, jocose and tender, that would save her pride and draw from him the line that was to dissipate her foolish fancies. "DEAREST BOYE: "No one has knocked at my door for nearly six days now.
It comes from a person friendly to you and who wants to put you wise to something you ought to know. It's about Boye Mayer, him that goes to your house and is after your sister. Maybe you don't know that, but I do it's truth what I'm telling you every word. He's no good. Not the kind to go round with your kind. It's your sister's money he wants.
When you hear it you'll see, and you'll see too that you'll only mix things up by butting in. They're getting their net ready for him, and they'll have him in it before the week's out." This time the words had their effect. He picked up the chair and brought it to the sofa. She sat there erect, her legs curled up beside her, and told him the story of Boye Mayer and the stolen money.
'He's laid up with a coupon thumb, an' can't r-run. 'An' how about Arthur Doheny? 'I swore an oath whin I came out iv colledge I'd niver vote f'r a man that wore a made tie. 'Well, thin, let's thry Willie Boye. 'Good, says th' comity.
As she walked up the entrance hall it was as if she was walking into the first chapter of a novel a novel of which she was the heroine. And as Boye had said, it was all very easy she was expected, everything was ready. A bellboy snatched her bag, and the elevator whisked her up to her rooms, suite 38, third floor rear.
Even if either of them should remember and speak of him in relation to the theft, was there a human being who would connect that tramp with Boye Mayer, gentleman of leisure, in California for his health? He raised his eyes and encountered his reflection in the mirror.
"Well, iliction day come around; an' all th' imminent frinds iv good gover'mint had special wires sthrung into th' club, an' waited f'r th' returns. Th' first precin't showed 28 votes f'r Willie Boye to 14 f'r Flannigan. 'That's my precin't, says Willie. 'I wondher who voted thim fourteen? 'Coachmen, says Clarence Doolittle.
She was conscious of perplexity in his face, he of something wistful and questioning in hers. She spoke first. "You're very curious about me, Mr. Boye Mayer?" She ought not to have said that and it was his fault that she did. She was no mean adversary and that she had seen through his first tentatives proved them clumsy and annoyed him. He smiled, a smile not altogether pleasant, and rose.
'What does it show? 'Flannigan, three hundherd an' eighty-five; Hansen, forty-eight; Schwartz, twinty; O'Malley, sivinteen; Casey, ten; O'Day, eight; Larsen, five; O'Rourke, three; Mulcahy, two; Schmitt, two; Moloney, two; Riordon, two; O'Malley, two; Willie Boye, wan. 'Gintlemin, says Willie Boye, arisin' with a stern look in his eyes, 'th' rascal has bethrayed me.
"But, Boye," she sat erect, staring distressfully at him, "I've told Lorry the party was on Tuesday night. That's what they've asked me for. Now how can I say they don't want me?" He bit his lip to keep down his anger. Why had he allowed her to do anything why hadn't he written it all down in words of one syllable? "We'll have to think of some reason for a change in their plans.
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