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Updated: June 17, 2025
The true meaning of the notice became apparent with the swiftness of a great flash of light. He had spent his fifteen thousand dollars! The blow was strong enough, sudden enough to penetrate even Vandover's clouded and distorted wits.
Corkle, lying on the wolfskin in the bay window, jumped up with a gruff bark, but, recognizing him, came up wiggling his short tail. Geary saw Vandover's clothes thrown about the floor and the closed door of the bathroom. "Hey, Van!" he called. "It's Charlie Geary. Are you taking a bath?" "Hello! What? Who is it?" came from behind the door. "Oh, is that you, Charlie? Hello! how are you?
Look as though you'd been drawn through hell backward and beaten with a cat!" In fact Vandover's appearance was extraordinary. His hat was torn and broken, and his clothes, stained with tar and dirt, shrunken and wrinkled by sea-water.
"Because," he said, with a smile of triumph that he could not restrain, "because we are the counsel for the other side. I am on the case." Vandover bounded from the window-seat speechless with astonishment, bitterly disappointed. "You? he shouted. Geary slowly nodded his head, enjoying Vandover's bewilderment.
In the direction of the engine-room he heard the furious ringing of a bell. The screw stopped. The Mazatlan wallowed helplessly in the trough of the sea. Vandover's very first impulse was a wild desire of saving himself; he had not the least thought for any one else. Every soul on board might drown, so only he should be saved.
What a fool a man must be to stand on seventeen with only two in the game. All at once he tossed twenty dollars across the table to Ellis, saying, "Give me that in chips. I'm coming in again." Once more he resumed his seat at the table, and Ellis dealt him a hand. But Vandover's interruption had for an instant taken Ellis' mind from the game.
Some scores of photographs of Vandover's friends were tacked upon the walls, or thrust between the wood and glass of the mirror. A new life now began for Vandover, a life of luxury and aimlessness which he found charming. He had no duties, no cares, no responsibilities. But there could be no doubt that he was in a manner changed; the old life of dissipation seemed to have lost its charm.
In the first place, it would be unprofessional for Geary to have an interview with Vandover under such circumstances, the story was almost too monstrous even for Vandover's credibility, and besides, Geary would not pay, could not pay twenty-five thousand for the property. This last was a serious tangle.
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