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"I have a hunch that something is going to happen soon," Prale said to his valet. "A little action wouldn't make me mad any!" Murk declared. "I'm spoilin' to mix with the enemy, Mr. Prale. Most of all, I'd like to meet up with them two thugs that got gay with us. You're sure about that Jim Farland, boss?"
"It seems to me," Murk said, "that if I had any powerful enemies after my scalp, I'd know the birds and be watchin' out for them all the time, to see that they didn't start anything when I was lookin' in the other direction." "But, Murk, I haven't the slightest idea who they are," Sidney Prale declared.
"I like to see a man stick up for his boss," replied the gigantic Marie. "And I'm stickin' up for mine right this minute, and she told me to see that you went to town. Why don't you quit that man Prale and get a real job with a gentleman? You're not a bad-looking man at all." Murk felt himself blushing at this unexpected announcement. Praise from the lips of a woman was something new in his life.
How did he know I was going to make an alibi like that?" "My guess is that your cousin has been having you watched since you got off the ship." "But, why?" Prale cried. "It is true that he married the girl who had jilted me a few years before, but I do not hold that against him. I know of no reason why he should work against me so."
They started toward the door, and Prale and Murk followed them, watched them until they started away, and then turned back to bathe their faces and hands. Then Prale got a taxicab, and drove to the office of a physician, who did his best to make the countenances of Prale and Murk presentable. It was an hour later when Jim Farland called Prale by telephone at the hotel.
A hand descended upon his shoulder, and a voice answered him. "You bet it's great, Prale!" Sidney Prale's smile weakened a bit as he turned around, but there was nothing of discourtesy in his manner. "You like it, Mr. Shepley?" he asked. "Do I like it?
Prale looked at him closely. "It must be something pretty bad to make you toss aside the chance to handle a million in investments," he said. "I know you, George! You'd sell your soul for money! You got anything more to say to me about this?" "I I dare not say anything more." "Very well.
"I think I'll make a little investigation." "But why on earth should she be taking a hand in my affairs?" Prale wanted to know. "Why should you be accused of murder? Why should men tell lies about you?" Farland asked. "Excuse me for a time; I'm going down to the hotel office to find out a few things."
She had not mentioned the crime of which he was accused, and he did not wish to be the first to speak of it. She stepped still closer. "I want to talk to you, Mr. Prale," she said. "Kindly get a taxi and have the chauffeur drive us through the Park." Prale scarcely could believe his good fortune.
Coadley agreed, and left the jail with his client, a detective going with them to stand guard. The detective had explicit orders. He was not to annoy Sidney Prale. He was to withdraw out of earshot when Prale talked with his attorney or anybody else with whom he wished to converse privately.
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