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A CRUSHING BLOW. 61 The attorney hesitated. ‘‘T hardly like doing this,’’ he said, at last. ‘‘It’s scarcely professional.’’ Gridston turned and gave him one look, partly scornful, partly threatening. ‘Don’t question my orders,’’ he said, sternly, ‘‘but obey them implicitly.’’ | ‘Um! You’rea leetle autocratic, Captain Grid- ston,’’ replied the attorney, in a whining tone. “While I pay you, I’m the master,’’ returned Gridston, coldly. ‘*While you receive the pay, you’re the servant.’ ‘“Perhaps you’re right. Only slave would be a bet- ter word. Yes, we’re both slaves.’ ‘Both!’ repeated Gridston, angrily. ‘“Ves,-accomplices in guilt, my dear friend,’’ an- swered the attorney, with more courage than one would have given him credit for, ‘‘accomplices in guilt are always slaves to each other.’ Gridston frowned darkly and bit his lips; but just at this moment, others of the guests approached, and the conversation ended there. In spite of what Treacher had said, he had no in- — tention of disobeying orders. Gridston paid him well for doing his dirty work, and gold was the one god of the attorney’s existence. He managed to have young Mr. Chichester pointed Gomicbooks an)