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A Man and His Money

Chapter 10 A NEW-FOUND THEORY

Word Count: 2295    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

't coming back to A

n't going to

dom, suddenly with unusual force penet

until a few moments before, when her conversation had first drifted to that ever fascinating feminine topic of foreign lords and American heiresses, then nar

suppose you believe everythin

ting lines of buildings seemed to waver; new extraordinary angles and jogs seemed to assert th

o myself," she said succinctly. "That she could n

going very fast, seemed motionless on the sparkling surface of the water afar. His thoughts scattered; he tried to collect them, to realize where he was, how he happened to be th

s Van Rolsen clung to oil lamps for reading.) "The prince a

man did.

f the whole cargo of dukes and the like. There is

last words, "no newspaper would dar

e once or twice myself? 'Miss Van Rolsen declines to be interviewed concerning her niece. She has nothing to say.' I think I o

could he discover a safe spot; his problem was a dual one; primarily, he must consider himself; he must not forget his own desperate situation and danger. The train, beginning to slacken, brought the se

surrounded him. He was cognizant principally of certain words humming in his brain: The prince

r he had in his pocket-what did it mean? No

been making himself as conspicuous as possible. Hastily he moved on. To what destination? He glanced toward a convenient saloon;

n on the swarming ones. A stream of women flowing into a big department store, exercised an odd attraction for him. Safety l

res; had he not fought in the face of overwhelming odds, and managed to hold his head up? A peculiar little smile

some one waiting for some one. Patiently, uncomplainingly! With an unseeing eye for the hurrying and scurrying myriads! Time passed; he remained oblivious to the babble of voices. Timon in the wilderness, Diogenes

ve you a book department

ss; last aisle

c gleam appeared in his eye. Yet he was very much awake; he

nd, whatever that was; the second volume of the trilogy, if they had it in stock? Sure they had; but had he read the

els of the day. He rather gravely contemplated the few small bills he had left; the amount of his capital would not carry him very far, e

write, or indulge in mental rest-cure, after bargain purchases. There he perused hurriedly, and by snatches, the volume; there was plenty of fire and plent

seemed to have lifted, to traverse broad seas, limitless steppes. His hands opened and cl

idges. He might need the weapon now more than ever. And money-he needed far more of that than he had. He spread in his palm the little wad of greenbacks he took from his

r-with only the plate-glass between him and the bright discs! Mechanically he began to count t

his shoulder, crushing him down, holding him there, impotent, until the stocky man and his cohorts of the private detective

; must! He folded his arms tight over his breast. To th

ance took him back the way he had come; he had no choice of direction. Now he looked once more at the window of the pawnbroker, where he had stopped a short

proached the door, his step grew more resolute. He walked briskly in. Without giving the proprietor time to come to

ore." He spoke wi

want to

y anything; I want

terest in the visit

bled. "Nearly every one wants to sell. I h

ent, removing an ivory miniature from a frame, passed the paper quickly about the picture once more, and returned it to his pocket. Then he handed the f

as gold. A pretty trinket, set with a number of brilliants,

Mr. Heatherbloom, watching the other closel

d you g

r business."

phone at his back. "Do you

curi

e the

depart? If so-" Mr. Heatherbloom

the graceful article. "The police

e toward the telephone fell to his side; he seemed about to call out. "Don't!" said the visitor. "It's loaded; you saw me put in the cartridges

telepathic message that flashed from the gleaming gaze above the shining tube suggested an utt

dollars,"

ed Mr. Heatherbl

m the store. He did not keep to the busy thoroughfare now, but shot into a side street. Would the pawnbroker hide the frame and then call the police? It was quite possible he might thus seek to get into their good graces and revenge himse

nts to spare, if he would carry out his plan, his headstrong purpose-to verify or disprove a certain wild theory-which would take him where, lead to what? No matter! Above, between

y City?" he asked

re; it was large, but Mr. H

"Only let her go! I'

s in the police court, do

loom devoutl

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