All Story Magazine, December 1913 — page 92: what you’re looking at

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802 aries, would be gone. After I am through with him, she can blackmail him if she cares to. As for myself, she can't tell Parks any more than Rollins has done.” “But she might hit at Margaret.”’ “Not much fear of that, principally because when I'm through with Rollins, Margaret won't be there to be hit.” I colored slightly, and felt the steady gleam of his eyes uncomfortable. ‘Don’t mistake me, Didderington,” he said in tones that went fathonis deep. “I have seen this coming since the day Rollins ran away to Europe and left Nessie Borrowman behind to eat her heart out and die. So long as that scum crawled the earth I knew that there was no safety for me or mine. But I made sure that if I fell, he would fall with me—and_ under- neath!” He went to the window again, and my eyes followed him dubiously, won- dering what the end would be. After a little while he backoned me, and I rose and joined him. Through the curtains I saw a taxi- cab, a trolley, two women, a truck, a boy and a dog, a large touring-car, and several men. “Well?” I asked wonderingly. “See that hat and shoulders just down below?” I craned my neck and saw. “Yes. What about them?” “T saw them in my mind’s eye months ago, and they just arrived this minute, They belong to one of Parks’s men. And there is probably another we don't see. There will be two more watching the th Street house, where Rollins is. If Iam not mistaken, we are going to have an interesting evening.” CHAPTER XXVIII. A BUSY WIRE. “Wel” “Ves. We must have everything in order—parent’s consent, and so on. THE ALL-STORY MAGAZINE. It’s all right. There's no danger. Those fellows down there are only anxious to know how I change my skin. Just a minute.” He picked up the receiver while I stood staring blankly, wondering if he wasn't quite mad. Giving a Harlem number, he called presently : “ Hello! Jimmy? MacGregor. Yes. Hes. all. meht Ship those things he left with you the other day up to Della’s. Yes—to-day, and any- thing else you may have. Nothing else? Good. * No—not yet. But there’s a chance that some people may be up to look you over. All right. to do. Yes. I’m out of town. three or four days. Good-by.”’ The receiver went up on the hook slowly. “ How do you run that place?” I asked, marveling at his indifference at the detective below. — He did not look at me as he answered absently : “Tt's just a blind. We hold our col- lections there for a while, and then get rid of them. Try and amuse your- self for five minutes. I think there are some English weeklies on that table over there. Hello!” This time it was Rollins’s apart- ment. Campbell did not ask for any one, and the English weeklies did not in- terest me nearly as much as the one- sided conversation that followed. Ole “Hello! Campbell. Yes. Any more calls? That's good. Yes. Miss Rollins feeling better? No. She mustn't do. that. IT! call for her. I am afraid you'd better not.. I may need you there. Make it some other night. “Impossible, my dear girl. I am sure Miss Rollins needs you, and I do not think your sister is as important as your safety is to yourself. They must not have the faintest suspicion— What's that? Don’t you think it’s rather late in the day to say you don’t comicloooks.com You know what -