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Both these political prisoners were of the people; the first was Nabatoff, a peasant; the second, Markel Kondratieff, a factory hand. Markel did not come among the revolutionists till he was quite a man, Nabatoff only eighteen.
If he could gain the hall, and, in the darkness, elude the other, the way of escape through the dining room was open. And then, within a few feet of the door, Jimmie Dale halted abruptly, as a woman's voice rose querulously from the hallway above: "You are making a perfect fool of yourself, Theodore Markel! Come back here to bed!"
He can't help it. He's been trying so long to catch the chap that it's become an obsession. Eh, Carruthers?" Carruthers smiled seriously. "Perhaps," he admitted. "I hope, though, for Mr. Markel's sake, that the Gray Seal won't take a fancy to it if he does, Mr. Markel can say good-bye to his necklace." "Pouf!" coughed Markel arrogantly. "Overrated! His cleverness is all in the newspaper columns.
"MARKEL!" The word burst, quivering, from the other's lips. "Yes," said Jimmie Dale imperturbably. "Do you mind if I wash a bit and could you oblige me with a towel, or something that would do for a bandage?" The man seemed dazed. In a subconscious way, he walked from the desk to a little cupboard, and took out two towels.
It simply amounts to advising every crook in the country that you have a quarter of a million at his disposal, which he can carry away in his vest pocket, once he can get his hands on it and you invite him to try." Jimmie Dale laughed. "What Carruthers means, Markel, is that you'll have the Gray Seal down your street. Carruthers talks of crooks generally, but he thinks in terms of only one.
He was driving me as fast as he could into the last ditch for Markel. I didn't know until yesterday that Markel had any thing to do with it. I struggled on out there, hoping every day to open a new vein. I raised money on everything I had, except my insurance and the mine and sank it in the mine.
"Will you lead the way, Mr. Markel?" he requested, with ironic deference. "Through the dining room, please. Yes, that's right!" Markel walked weakly into the dining room, and Jimmie Dale followed. A prod in the back from the revolver muzzle, and Markel stepped through the French windows and out on the lawn. Jimmie Dale faced the other toward the woods at the rear of the house. "Go on!"
"You'll oblige me by keeping your mouth shut," observed Jimmie Dale politely and he whipped the cord of Markel's dressing gown loose and began to tie the man to the tree. "You have many unpleasant characteristics, Markel your voice is one of them. Shall I repeat that I do not like you?" He stepped to the back of the tree. "Pardon me if I draw this uncomfortably tight.
"In whatever way this last puzzling question may be solved, the nature of this strange appearance can no longer be disputed since the twentieth of June. On that day, in the afternoon, the schooner "Markel" while speeding with all sails set, came into violent collision with something just below the water level.
I don't think you can reach around to the knot. No? The trunk is too large? Quite so!" He stepped around to face Markel again the man was thoroughly frightened, his face was livid, his jaw sagged weakly, and his eyes followed every movement of the revolver in Jimmie Dale's hand in a sort of miserable fascination. Jimmie Dale smiled unhappily.
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