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Hannibal inquired, hoarsely: "Not this baby, surely? Not that woman's child?" "It's Bob's baby and ours." He looked down at her queerly for a moment. "The breed is rotten. If he had married a decent girl " "John Merkle says she is splendid." "How do you know?" "I have talked with him. I have learned whatever I could about her, wherever I could, and it's all good.
"Did Mr. Merkle tell you how and why he came to make that offer?" asked Lorelei, indignantly. "No. But he offered it, did he not?" "Yes, and I refused it. Ask him why?" "We don't seem to be getting along very well," Bob interposed. "Lorelie is my wife and your daughter-in-law. What's more, I love her; so I guess that ends the Reno chatter."
I don't want to come back here," she stammered, her hand on the knob; but with a swift movement, Dr. Merkle edged her from the threshold. "Oh, very well. Five dollars, please." Charity looked helplessly at the doctor's tight lips and rigid face.
"Money can do anything," he stated, gloomily, "and these big guys amuse themselves by hunting beautiful women. It's a game with them. When one of 'em takes a fancy to a girl she's a goner. It may not be Merkle in this case, but you're the handsomest woman in New York, and I'll bet some old spider is weaving his web for you.
Together they set out through the starlight, leaving the chauffeur with instructions to secure help from the nearest garage; and as they followed the dim road Merkle continued to apologize until Lorelei silenced him. Both were beginning to suffer from the reaction of their fright. It was very late; there was little sign of habitation, for the road led through a wooded country.
Merkle saw also a little open box with several compartments, a glass of water, the cap of a pearl-and- gold fountain-pen, but took scant notice of them, being too deeply stirred and too much surprised at her appearance. She was no longer the vital, dashing girl he had known, but a pallid, cringing wreck of a woman.
Anyhow, you could land Merkle just as easy if you'd declare Max in." "Now, Jim," protested Mrs. Knight, "I won't let you put such ideas into her head. You and that gang of yours are full of tricks, but Lorelei's decent, and she's going to stay decent. You'd get everybody in jail or in the newspapers." "Has Maxey ever been in jail? Has Tony the Barber?
Merkle interposed. "Will you tell me what has happened?" "It is terrible, incredible, M'sieu," wailed the manager. "Same old story, John. I came out here for a quiet supper with a lady. I've been coming here regularly. They got us into a private room, then took a flash-light, and there you are. I made a rush for the waiter as soon as I realized what had occurred, but he'd skipped.
Once Bob had gained admittance little time was wasted. He and Merkle helped Hammon to his feet, then each took an arm; but the exertion told, and Jarvis hung between them like a drunken man, a gray look of death upon his face. "Watch out for the door-man," Jimmy Knight cautioned for the twentieth time. "Make him think you've got a souse." "Aren't you coming along?" asked Bob. But Jim recoiled.
Those eyes, he noted, were very dark, almost black, under this emotional stress; they questioned him, mutely. "We got him home all right," he told her, when they stood facing each other in the tiny living-room. "Will he live?" "Oh yes. He says he's not badly hurt, and Merkle agrees. Lord! we'd never left him alone if we'd thought " "I'm glad. When the telephone rang I thought it was the police."
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