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A moment later he sank into a chair near his father, saying: "Well, dad, what d'you think of my educated legs? I learned that at night school." Wharton grumbled unintelligibly, but it was plain that he was not entirely displeased at his son's prank. "You were superb," said Merkle, warmly. "It's the best thing I ever saw you do, Bob. You could almost make a living for yourself at it."
He knew that over those southern hills one could be as lonely as in the wilderness and as free to talk to God. And there he would settle something. He would make a plan for his life and end this torment. When Merkle came in to him in the morning he was fast asleep. The familiar curtain rings awakened Benham. He turned his head over, stared for a moment and then remembered.
Crouched immovably in his seat, the driver scanned the causeway that leaped into view and vanished beneath the wheels, like a tremendous ribbon whirling upon spools. Merkle lay back inertly, lolling and swaying to the side-thrust of the cushions; but Lorelei found her fists clenched and her muscles hard with the nervous strain.
You hated Jarvis Hammon, and yet he did more for you than any one in all your life; Merkle helped you, too, when you needed help, and so did I. Lorelei was your friend " "Bah! I haven't any friends; I never had any, and I don't want any now. Nobody ever did anything for me. You and John Merkle are going to pay me for what other men have put me through. Oh, come, I'm not bluffing!
I'm selfish I'll pay the price." They rode on in silence. When Lorelei awoke on the following afternoon her first inquiry was for Jim; but he had not come home, and her mother knew nothing of his whereabouts. Lorelei ate her breakfast in silence; then, in reply to a question, accounted for the lateness of her arrival by saying that she had dined with Mr. Merkle. At the name Mrs.
Then he and Bob stole out of the house as quietly as they had stolen in. They got into the cab and drove away without exciting suspicion. Merkle alighted two blocks up the avenue and sped to his own house; Bob turned his jaded nag westward through the sunken road that led toward the Elegancia and Lorelei.
He was hatless, purple-faced, shaken with combative fury. At first the two new- comers thought he was dangerously drunk, but, as they mounted to the tiled terrace which served as an outdoor eating-place they saw their mistake. Recognizing Merkle, Hammon's manner changed instantly. "John!" he cried. "By God! you're just in time." "What's happened?" "Blackmail, or worse. I hardly know, myself.
"Hammon said something about that," ejaculated Bob, "but I don't believe " Lorelei checked him. "It's quite true." "Merkle said you had nothing to do with it personally," conscientiously explained Mr. Wharton, "and I'm willing to take his word. But that's neither here nor there."
The watchman had his eyes fixed upon the old-fashioned vehicle and its dejected animal, wondering, no doubt, what brought such an antiquated rig into this most exclusive neighborhood. He was within a few numbers of the Hammon house before Merkle solved the mysteries of the lock and the heavy portals swung open.
Bob continued his cheerful colloquy over the wire. "Just got in from your nightly joy-ride, eh? Lucky I caught you. Say! Here she is now. We'll expect a marble clock with gilt cupids from you, Merkle Want to say hello?" He lurched aside from the telephone as Lorelei snatched the receiver from his hand. "Mr. Merkle," she cried. "Hello! Yes. Is that you?" came Merkle's steady voice.
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