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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"The Strange Case of Cavendish"

Came a pause, a
clink of glasses, and then a few straggling words filtered over the
partition.
"Isn't that the best way?" Celeste La Rue's voice was easily
recognisable. "Of course it will be a--well, a mere accident, and no
questions asked."
"But if the man should talk!"
"Forget it! Ned Beaton is an oyster. Besides, I've got the screws on
him. Come on, Johnnie boy, don't be a fool. We are in this game and
must play it out. It has been safe enough so far, and I know what I am
doing now. You've got too much at stake to haggle over a few thousand,
when the money has come to you as easily as this has. Why, if I'd
breathe a word of what I know in this town----"
"For God's sake, not so loud!"
"Bah! No one here is paying any attention to us. Enright is the only
one who even suspicions, and his mouth is shut. It makes me laugh to
think how easily the fools were gulled. We've got a clear field if you
will only let me play the game out in my own way. Do I get the money?"
He must have acceded, for his voice no longer rose to a high pitch.


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