Captivating Mary Carstairs by Henry Sydnor Harrison
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reply, the Lord knows. That is where the sport comes in. We are
forbidden to use force. We are forbidden to use Mrs. Carstairs or bring her into it in any way. We are forbidden, of course, to let the child know who we are. Everything must be done by almost diabolical craft, while dodging suspicion at every step. Can you beat it for a fascinating little expedition?" Peter relit his pipe and meditatively dropped the match on the floor. "How old is Mary?" "Old?" said Varney, surprised at the question, "Oh, I don't know. The separation took place--h'm--say eight years ago, and my guess is that she was about four at the time. From this and the way Uncle Elbert spoke of her, I daresay twelve would hit it fair and square. A grand age for kidnapping, what?" "On the contrary," said Peter, "it makes it mere baby-work. Turn it over as you will, it all boils down to spanking a naughty child." "Never! Think of slipping a cog in our plans--making a false start, having somebody get on to us! Why, man, there may be jail for us both in this!" He examined Peter's face hopefully, but found unaffected apathy there. "Suppose," he cried boastfully, "that the Associated Press got on to it! Think of the disgrace of it! 'Millionaire Maginnis Caught Kidnapping!' Think of being fired from the Curzon and having to leave New York a hunted and broken man! Think," he added in an inspired climax, "of having your photograph in the Sunday _Herald_!" |
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