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Then when she brought him a tray, anger at the thought that his own comfort should be considered of consequence made him refuse to touch it. At length his inactivity became unbearable, and, feeling the desperate need of sane counsel, he telephoned to John Merkle. Bob was too deeply agitated to more than note the banker's statement that Mr. and Mrs.
It won't serve any good purpose to air that old scandal." The Senator nodded. "First we will have to eliminate the gang clean them out." He made an expansive, eloquent gesture. "You don't object?" "Kill 'em, if necessary," Merkle growled, vindictively. "Very well; I'll do my best." "Then it's done."
In the gloom several figures were standing, facing in the direction of the Chateau, and when Merkle spoke they wheeled as if startled. "No, you can't hire this machine. What do you think this is, a cab-stand?" answered a gruff voice. "Jim!" cried Lorelei, and ran forward. Her breathless amazement at the meeting was no greater than her brother's. "Sis!
"You can follow that man's example if you wish," said she, "and hide until we're away from the bright lights." Merkle answered shortly, "Your reputation may suffer, not mine." He leaned forward and inquired of the chauffeur, "Who's car is that?" "Mr. Hammon's, sir. He's going our way, so his man said." "I thought so. We'll have company." "Why do you choose the Long Island road?" asked Lorelei.
Only a moment later she was on again, this time in a daring costume of solid black, against and through which her limbs flashed with startling effect as she performed her famous Danse de Nuit. "Hm-m! Nothing very extreme about that," remarked Merkle, at length. "It would be beautiful if it were better done." Lorelei agreed.
It was doubtful if she even recognized him. A repetition of his question brought no reply. Seizing her roughly, he shook her, muttering savagely: "If I were sure, by God, I'd strangle you!" She remained limp; her expressionless stare did not change. Merkle heard a stir behind him and found Jimmy Knight's blanched face peering in at him.
Lorelei was not a little mystified by Merkle's cryptic message, for she could imagine no possible way in which she or the writer himself could be connected discreditably with Jarvis Hammon's affair. She gained some light, however, when that evening she read the note to Lilas. "Why, they're going to blackmail Merkle, too," Lilas exclaimed. "Well, they'd be foolish to let him off, wouldn't they?
To Bob Wharton the suspense of the next few days was trying in the extreme, particularly as Merkle kept declaring there was nothing to report, while Jimmy Knight betrayed an apprehension so pitiable as well-nigh to banish suspicion of his complicity in the plot. But before long there came to pass in various quarters certain events which gave Bob cause for thought.
She had some difficulty in buying a revolver, but, succeeding at length, she returned to her room to arrange the final details of her plan. That she had fixed upon Melcher rather than upon Bob or Merkle or some one else, can be explained only through the vagaries of a disordered mind, for, although the girl did not realize it, she was by this time quite out of her head.
I wish Merkle would marry my sister." "Not a chance," Melcher declared. "You'll be lucky to shake him down for a few thousand. How about Wharton? Will she stand for him?" Jim frowned, and his voice was rough as he replied: "I'll MAKE her stand for him if it's a marry." "He's a lush; if you got him stewed he might go that far. It has been done; but, of course, it's all up to the girl.
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