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It was a tiny revolver, small enough to fit into a man's vest pocket or a woman's purse, but its report echoed loudly. The noise came like a cannon-shot to the girl in the hall outside and brought a cry to her lips. Lorelei flung herself against the library door. What she saw reassured her momentarily, for, although Lilas was at bay against a book-case, Hammon was rooted in his tracks.
The terrified manager continued his heartbroken lament, and Hammon seemed about to destroy him when Merkle drew the latter aside, speaking in an undertone. Hammon listened briefly, then broke out: "Nonsense. I'd stake my life on her. Why, she's prostrated. It's either pure blackmail, or it's my wife's work. She's had detectives on me for some time." Merkle murmured something more. "Oh, come now!
Two millionaires out with two showgirls! Hilarious foursome at the Chateau! Automobile wreck! Foxy Pinkertons and flash-light photographs! Nice story." "So they think he'll pay to keep his name out of the papers?" "Exactly. And he will for your sake." "I won't let him." Lilas was surprised. "Why? He's rich. He wouldn't miss a few thousand." "You wouldn't allow Mr. Hammon to be robbed, would you?"
"The new saddle-bag purse. See? It's very Frenchy. Gold fittings and a coin-purse and card-case inside. See the monogram? I'm going to keep this." "Don't you keep all your gifts?" "Not the expensive ones. Lilas picked these out for Mr. Hammon, and they're exquisite. We share the same dressing-room, you know." Merkle regarded her with a sudden new interest. "You and she dress together?" "Yes."
Another fresh acquaintance that I made in those days was with three French painters, Hammon, Sain and Benner, who had studios adjoining one another. Hammon and Sain both died long since, but Benner, whom I met again in Paris in 1904, died, honoured and respected, in 1905. I was later on at Capri in company with Sain and Benner, but Hammon I saw only during this visit to Rome.
Harshly he inquired: "Where is that woman?" "She's back yonder, in her room," Bob told him. "She's ill." Merkle turned, but, reading his intent, Hammon checked him, crying in a strong voice: "None of that, John. I did it myself. It was an accident." "I don't believe it." Hammon's eyes met those of his accuser; the two stared at each other steadily for a moment. "It's true."
A breath of suspicion of any sort at the wrong time may bring on a crash involving innocent people. "Hammon at this moment carries a tremendous top-heavy burden of responsibilities; his death would be no more disastrous than a scandal that would tend to destroy public confidence in him as a man." "Doesn't he know that himself?" "Perhaps.
He remembered Jimmy Knight's sentence directed at Lorelei. "D'you want to go to court?" Lorelei was his wife, Bob reflected, dizzily quite clearly he remembered marrying her. It was plainly as necessary, therefore, to shield her as to remove Jarvis Hammon and smother this accident. Or was it an accident, after all? Perhaps Lilas had shot the fellow.
The opinion of those pigeon-prophetesses was introduced by the equivocation of a Thessalian word, which signified both a pigeon and a woman; and gave room to the fable, that two pigeons having taken wing from Thebes, one of them fled into Lybia, where it occasioned the establishing of the oracle of Jupiter Hammon; and the other, having stopped in the oaks of the forest of Dodona, informed the inhabitants of the neighbouring parts, that it was Jupiter's intention there should be an oracle in that place.
And Hebron, and Rehob, and Hammon, and Kanah, even unto great Zidon; And then the coast turneth to Ramah, and to the strong city Tyre; and the coast turneth to Hosah; and the outgoings thereof are at the sea from the coast to Achzib: Ummah also, and Aphek, and Rehob: twenty and two cities with their villages.
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