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Morrison exclaimed harshly. "There is nothing for you to be furious about or frightened. No one wants to ill-treat you. These gentlemen all want to behave kindly to us. It is Laverick they want." "And you," she cried, "are content to stand by and let him walk into a trap you let them even use my name to bring him here! Arthur, be a man! Have nothing more to do with them.
Stephen Laverick was a bachelor his friends called him an incorrigible one. He had a small but pleasantly situated suite of rooms in Whitehall Court, looking out upon the river. His habits were almost monotonous in their regularity, and the morning following his late night in the city was no exception to the general rule.
Laverick looked at the revolver fascinated, for an instant, by its unexpected appearance. The face of the man who held it had changed. There was lightning playing about the room. "It's the dock for you both!" Streuss exclaimed fiercely, "for you, Laverick, and you, Morrison, too, if you play with us any longer! One of you's a murderer and the other receives the booty.
Don't you know that she gets a salary of five hundred pounds a week, and wears ropes of pearls which would represent ten times my entire income? Heaven alone knows what her gowns cost!" "After all, though," murmured Zoe, "she is a woman. See, your friend is coming to speak to you." Bellamy was indeed crossing the room. He nodded to Laverick and bowed to his companion.
"You mean you want to go away without " "I mean just what I have said," Morrison continued hysterically. "If you go there they will watch you, they will follow you, they will find out where I am. I should be there now but for that." Laverick was silent for a moment. The matter was becoming serious. "Very well," he said, "I will do as you say. I will not go near your rooms.
And yet, behind it all there were other things in her life. Had she sought them, or had they come to her? "You are one of those wise people, Mr. Laverick," she said, "who realize the danger of words. You believe in silence. Well, silence is often good. You do not choose to admit anything." "What is there for me to admit?
Some part of the terror seemed to leave his face, but he was still an alarming-looking object. Laverick quietly opened the door and laid his hand upon the girl's shoulder. "Will you leave us alone?" he asked. "I will come and talk to you afterwards, if I may." She nodded understandingly, and passed out. Laverick closed the door and came up to the bedside.
I was with them all only an hour ago, Streuss, that blackguard Lassen, and Adolf Kahn, the police spy. They are beaten men and they know it. They had Laverick, had him by a trick, but I made a dramatic entrance and the game was up." "Telephone me directly you have taken it safely to Downing Street," she begged. "I will," he promised. Bellamy walked from Dover Street to the Strand.
"One don't possess a knife for a matter of eight or nine years without being able to swear to it," the other remarked dryly. "Is there anything more?" "There don't need to be," was the quiet reply. "You know that, sir. So do I. There don't need to be any more evidence than mine to send Mr. Morrison to the gallows." "We will waive that point," Laverick declared.
Laverick, although the sum is a large one, it is our business to see what we can do for you." "My security is of the best," Laverick declared grimly. "I have bank-notes here, Mr. Fenwick, for twenty thousand pounds." The bank manager was again guilty of an unprofessional action. He whistled softly under his breath. A very respectable client he had always considered Mr.
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