Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 137 of 216
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THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. "133 thousand francs. May be he kept the other ten. Anyhow, | he didn’t give it to me, and I thought you'd be obliged to me if I told you right away.” manner, what had really taken place between him and Bras- de-Fer. He decided to act as if he was innocent of any evil design. : <The villain!’ he exclaimed; ‘‘I gave him the full amount.” I’m awfully sorry for you, brother!” ‘Sorry for me! Why?” - * Because I must have the other ten thousand to-morrow, and I am afraid it will push you to lend it to me.” ‘“T can’t doit. Positively can’t.” ‘Well, of course, if you can’t, you can’t. I guess Au revoir.” | _ ** What time to-morrow will you be at home?” | «< All day, dear brother, for your sake. Shall I see you then?” | ‘* Yes.” «Thank you. Good-by. Oh, I say, brother dear, please come yourself. J don’t like your messengers.” Alphonse only nodded his head. Clinton persisted, with a pleasant smile. ‘‘ But you will be sure, will you not, dear brother? I feel that I must see you. I cannot let the long days go by — _ without a glimpse now and then of your happy face. Until to-morrow, then, eh?” : “J will bring the money myself to-morrow.” “* Au revoir, then, dear Alphonse.” Alphonse looked after his tormentor, and said to himself: ‘* Another check, and a signature this time! How came that ruffian to fail? How came that paragraph in the paper? If I have to do it myself, you mocking devil, it shall be done. Now I must go see that Bras-de-Fer, and learn what happened.” - Ling A muffled voice bade him enter, when he knocked at Bras-de-Fer’s door. He found that personage lying on a lounge, his face _ bandaged, one hand swathed in cloths, and one arm in _ splintsand a sling. Alphonse could not tell, from the mockery in Clinton’s - ‘<The wretch! And he only gave me twenty thousand. *D’Iberri will have it, or Grace will, may be, so never mind. — if | | | | Eomichbooks