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re I picked him up, do you?""I know where you said you picked him up. You said he was a stray soul lost in the wilderness of this great metropolis and that you had rescued him. You said you'd found him in front of your apartment building wasting away in the last stages of starvation, so I knew you were blind drunk, because the man had a belly like a balloon." "In front of my apartment," Doan repeated thoughtfully. "This is all news to me. Could you give me a short
disgusted thud. Chapter 2 DOAN PACKED IN TEN MINUTES FLAT, AND WHEN he got through the apartment looked as though he had done just that, but he didn't. He looked neat and fresh and cool in a light gray suit and a lighter gray hat and gray suede oxfords. He parked his two big, battered suitcases at the door, and as a last move pulled the cushions off the chesterfield and unearthed a Colt Police Positive revolver. He slid that inside the waistband of his trousers, hooking it in a cloth loop sewn
to let you in."Horn and Muller both looked the young man over very carefully. He seemed perfectly innocent, and their suspicion that he might have turned the key in pretense only, soon vanished. It would have been a foolish suspicion anyway. If he were in league with the murderer, he could have let the latter escape with much more safety during the night. Horn let his eyes wander about the rooms again, and said slowly: "Then the murderer is still here--or else--" "Or
rth of Italylike the plague; Venice and Genoa withered at the touch of this swarthyill-nourished boy. He cowed the soldiers in the field, and he outwittedthe statesmen in the council chamber. With a frenzy of energy he rushedto the east, and then, while men were still marvelling at the way inwhich he had converted Egypt into a French department, he was back againin Italy and had beaten Austria for the second time to the earth. Hetravelled as quickly as the rumour of his coming; and where he
n purple ink beneath the name and address of Mynheer van Urutius ... that was all.My heart sank with disappointment and wretchedness as I read the inscription. Here is the document: * * * * * Herr Willem van Urutius, AutomobilgeschΓ€ft, Nymwegen. Alexandtr-Straat 81 bis. Berlin, Iten Juli, 16. O Eichenholz! O Eichenholz! Wie leer sind deine BlΓ€tter. Wie Achiles in dem Zelte. Wo zweie sich zanken Erfreut sich der Dritte. * * * * * (Translation.) Mr. Willem van Urutius, Automobile Agent, Nymwegen.