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t the reporters up with him. They had scented news as the eagle sights prey far below, and then swooped down on him. He continued his flight shaking off their harrying question

th dismay and clutched the

with

llowed in all haste, and the other news-gatherers, in obedience to the exacting, un

enue, stood a big touring car with the chauffeur waiting in th

reporter after him, and called: "Start ahea

porter as the engine commence

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Glad to k

ook h

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ports all the way fro

lo Club-then golf, t

e, Bantry, you have me dead to rights-got m

f work; ought to make

des unbroken horse in Wild West show-and all that sort of

of, is it? Your fathe

ooked at h

you kn

an wou

lot of people as thoroughly as if I'd put the muz

f social suicide, all right. But it's

he rest of the papers print-and no

o of them

llow-won't you

made a

odbury bitterly. "Ten thousand peop

ou do it

came at my box and I caught a glimpse of the red demon in his eyes-w

ite a wh

. I wanted to climb down into the field-and I did. Once started, I couldn't stop until I'd made a complete ass of myself in the

mned if I would

might have been to take him by the throat; it might have been some g

in your game, Bantry. I wonder if you could use a b

tuffed bill-fold, but B

ury's

possibly,

h of us, isn't it? Suppose I keep your name under my hat and you give me a

ou've no idea what a loa

retty close to the Garden agai

easy stop and the r

rything you wish

ave met you, sir. Us

dni

he said: "Home, a

th Street they turned across to the bridge and hummed softly across the black, shimmering waters of the East River; by the time they reached Brooklyn a fine mist was beginning to f

this wind-shield is pre

e wheel the rest of the way.

a gradually increasing crescendo. Two or three motor-police glanced after the car as it snapped about corners with an ominous skid and straightened out, whining, on t

h a roar. A gust of increasing wind whipped back to Maclaren, for the wind-shield had been opened so that t

nd leaned forward to break the jar when they struck rough places. Around an elbow turn they went with one warning scream

and to wipe from his forehead a moisture which was not altogether rain, but immediately grasped the side of the seat again. Straight ahead the road swun

le. With a creak and a thud the big car landed, reeled drunkenly, and straightened out in earnest, Maclaren

He grinned into the black heart of the night, streaked with lines of grey where therein entered the halo of the headlights, and then swung th

one was as good a passenger as you I'd enjoy motoring; but after all, a car

ter the departing figure, muttered: "There's only one sor

ch splashed on the Italian table and went glimmering across the floor. Across the hall was his destination-the broad balustraded staircase, which swept grandly up to the second floor. Toward this he tiptoed steadyi

apartment with the judicial eye of one who knows that everything is as it should be but will not trust even the silence of night. So that bland blue eye struck first

bserved, and in such times Peters at could be blinder than the bat noon-day and more secret than the River Styx. He t

without haste, and turned not directly toward Anthony, but at