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Updated: June 13, 2025
Lancelot, looking down at the fellow without returning his salutation, asked him what he wanted. 'Come, Captain Amber, said Jensen boldly, 'you know what I want very well. I want to come to terms. Surely two men of the world like us ought to be able to make terms, Captain Amber. 'I do not carry the title of Captain, Lancelot answered, 'and I have no more in common with you than mere life.
Then she spoke tremulously but with a kind of jerky readiness suggesting many lonely rehearsals. "Mr. Jensen," she said, "I have to do a good turn and so I came to ask you if you'll help me and the reason I smell like kerosene is because I tipped over the kerosene can." This last was not in her studied part, but she threw it in answer to an audible sniff from Mr. Jensen.
"Wall, you bane fine fallers," growled Jensen, puffing like a furnace, in his fury. "You cannot go up agane." "We'll get fired for the mistake," pleaded the helper. "Just this once," urged the driver, as he rattled some loose change in his pocket. "Here there goes a whole day's tips." He handed Jens a dollar in small change.
"Yes," said Bob Garth, "there is that; but they starves them so much when they are young, and that does not make sinew or bone." Notwithstanding Garth's predictions, the Jensen's mansion was reached in half an hour from Vandstrup Præstegaard, and Garth drove up with a flourish that impressed Herr Jensen, who was on the door steps.
'It is no use; he has come from there himself. 'I am not so sure, said Jensen. 'I think this gentleman is right: we must go and see. The only weapons of defence that could be mustered on the spot were a stick and umbrella. The expedition went out into the passage, not without quakings. There was a deadly quiet outside, but a light shone from under the next door.
I came out of the shadow, or rather out of my corner for it was all shadow alike and called out Lancelot's name. Lancelot called back to me, and then I heard Jensen wish him good-night and turn and tramp heavily down the stairs that led below.
Twenty-four hours later, it had been arranged that the body should be buried on the JOHANNISFRIEDHOF, and the consul was advised by cablegram to lay out the money for the funeral. Under the eyes of a police-officer and a young clerk from the consul's office, Madeleine, assisted by Miss Jensen, went through the dead girl's belongings, and packed them together.
"The thing puzzles me," Wade went on, flecking his cigarette through the window. "Jensen would never dare to come in here on his own initiative. He knows that we cowmen have controlled this valley for years, and he's no fighter. There's lots of good grass on the other side of the mountains, and he knows that as well as we do.
And suddenly he sank his head in his hands, while Stefan stood, infinitely embarrassed, clutching his roll of canvases. After a moment Jensen, mastering himself, lifted his head. His lined, prematurely old face showed an expression at once pleading and dignified. "I didn't dream what I wrote would do any harm, Mr. Byrd, but now of course you will have to explain to Adolph ?"
I had put Jensen upon his guard by showing him that I knew something at least of his purposes, and I had put it into his power to offer a very ready explanation of suspicious circumstances. Indeed, how was I to know that what he said was not true?
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