The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard
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little diamond-shaped piece of paper; he licked his lips with his
tongue, there was fear in his eyes. "The Gray Seal! The Gray Seal!" he muttered hoarsely. "I appear to be in luck to-night!" said Jimmie Dale again. "And"--he put the money and the diamond pendant coolly in his pocket--"it would be too bad if I didn't play it up, wouldn't it? It doesn't often come as easy as this. Amazing carelessness to leave that outside door unlocked! But, as I was saying, with such a lavish display of opulence on the table, one is almost led to hope that there might be more where that came from. Now--" "I haven't got any more--not another cent! Honest, I haven't!" old Jake cried hysterically. "I swear to God, I haven't, and--" "You hold your tongue!" There was a sudden snarl in Jimmie Dale's low tones. The man's voice was rising dangerously loud. "I'll attend to you in a moment!" He swung on Thorold again; and, with his pistol pressed close against the man, felt deftly and swiftly over the other in search of weapons. He laughed tersely, finding none. "Empty your pockets out on the table!" he ordered curtly. The man hesitated. Jimmie Dale smiled--unpleasantly. Thorold swept a bead of sweat from his forehead. His lips were working nervously. All suavity and polish were gone now; there were only viciousness and fear, each struggling with the other for the mastery in |
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