The Survivor

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st the stone wall. A girl was standing by his side. There we

ng to me?" he as

ughed

t I know of," she answered. "I

" he remarked, "that

it back. I guess it's lost now, anyway, unless the

ved away, but she stopped him. "Come, that's not good enough," she said, in

at her i

y," he said, "but I don't know that I mind te

ur

es

e you bee

don't understan

er into the river for nothing. What are you g

ered. "I had a reason for wanting to get rid of my c

ow do I know that you're not the chap? It looks suspicious when you come out in a new suit of clothes a

," Douglas answered. "I'll w

d-it was not a

ow?" she remarked. "Never mind. I see you ain't likely to p

s," Douglas said. "I'll gi

ed at hi

ep your money. You'll come along and ha

ring out of the mists to cross the bridge with weary footsteps, and

you if you like,

laughed

o the 'Cross.' The por

ed, as they turned

ok his

in London before to

You don't look like a Cockney. I guess you're a gen

ndon," he said, evasively.

ook he

pped away. You are you

her long. Ugh!

anically. A few feet away, with only a slim partition between them, was the general room full of men. The tinkle of glasses and hum of conversation grew louder and louder. It was a

ow 'is name. Serve 'im right, too, for it w

The girl's gloved hand was pressed against his mouth and the cry was stifled. Afterwards he rememb

spered. "Don't

irrors, the rows of glasses, the cushioned seats seemed flying round, ther

hoarsely. "You'll be

hey were scarcely to be seen even from the bar, and she had moved her seat a little so as to wholly shield him. It sounded bad enough. An old man over sixty, a farmer living in a northern village, had been found in his bedroom dead. By his side was a rifled ca

s Guest concerning money. Guest had been seen to enter the London train secretly at the nearest large station. His arrest was only a matter of a f

she could, the girl called for more wine. The barma

don't look we

"He was fairly on 'the do,' and he ain't strong. He'l

ned away. The girl made hi

said shortly. "We're

nod

es

d her out on to the pavement and stood there, daz

ing and lie low for a bit. I don't know anything and I don't want to know anything, but it's pretty clear you're keeping out of the way. I'm not going to take you down my

re this evening," he a

d at him

go giving yourself away like that, you know. Come along. I'm going to

thout remark. He folded the paper up after a minute or two and rejoined her. Side by side they threaded their way along Pall Mall, across the Park and southwards. A walk whic

aid, "are you feel

nod

teadily. "I am much obliged to you fo

tatingly from his pocket. She

es. Go and get a room and lie quiet for a bit. They're used to odd folk down here, and you loo

he said. "I

urned

night,

d ni

on Chelsea Embankment. He made his way to the wall with the gold which she had refused still in his hand, and without hesitation threw the coins far out into the river. Then he looked around. There was not a soul in sight. He drew a handful of money fro