The Face of Rosenfeld — page 221: what you’re looking at

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214 _ ‘THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. Don’t let us rake it up at this late day and narrow up people’s souls needlessly. Besides it don’t concern any of us.” , “Very well,” said Lamar, ‘‘let it go. It amounts simply to an understanding that this Jew involved you in a crime, the detection of which would have hung you.” Mr. Dye caught his arm and supplicated him. “Oh, my good man, don’t talk that way! You hurt my feelings; for I’ve got them, bad as I am, and be- sides that is my last card. Esteem my confidence, and Ill whisper to you a secret. When I get reduced to the last extremity and I want only one more drink to carry me off, | know an ambitious detective to whom I can sell my knowledge! Howdoes that seem fora plan? It can’t hang me then, for I shall be dead, and I shall have had my whisky.” Mr. Dye suddenly became mirthful and chuckled. «¢ This is terrible!’ murmured Maxey. Mr. Dye immediately grew fierce again. ‘‘ But it isn’t for any regard of him that I keep silent. Don’t mistake me there. But for that accursed Jew I might to-day have been well and respectable, with a home, a wife, children, perhaps. How does it turn out? My wife dies of a broken heart. Iam an outcast. The only child I ever had—she whom I reared from her infancy—I cannot look in the face. J am a broken, tottering wretch, and all through him. Do you wonder, then, that I killed him? Do you wonder? ‘There was that affair on the sea road. I told him that she knew a part of the secret. He got white with rage, and I cringed before him. He held me to blame for it. Curse him! What had I done? ‘I have kept you alive all these years; you have lived on my bounty, you miset- y + " t we sel v4 ; 4; . " + 4 - + #. i s 3 . ain * () < . (ele) ; rin. 7 " > » - a: — “a t.. « rd ") i 4 nm * : ’, v +. fs a ae, > eet : NS * A mt nl FE gt, So Tat roy ‘ os . 3 * Tt? + Rs Ce = & ’ we are x {4 c ia ; ee Pike ‘ 4 ee i