Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 88: what you’re looking at

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: — qui e,” she repeated. “ And il i - doesn’t really matter, does it? s in Da Costa’s apartment the night of is. Why deny it? After all, what is guce for the gander is sauce for the goose, it not, my dear George?” Jer eyes wandered to the doorway, aere her husband stood — crimson with . He had overheard. __s CHAPTER XVIII. > 3S DEATH SHALL BE AVENGED. “7 YHAT are you saying?” cried \ A/ George Milburne, in a choking s-voice. “ You have been in Da Many times,’ she finished for him, “ Come in, George, and don’t ex- rself. We have had scenes enough. hat we have to say to one another—all f us—we ‘can say quietly, I am sure. We or less intelligent human beings, “Se ee a s — ° En i. +, or Be LAnNLY eee: | SoS 4 e 1). ( 133 rt we Tho: fe made an effort to control himself, came in, and closed the door behind her words, he forgot e of rage and hate sswhelmed him. But now his cau- itself. So he carefully he door behind him and scowled . wife to Garry and Silvers, who At first, hearing > was, in the wav € « KY ~ “Aa SserLvec k es rap ' $ # ’ - aed » intently regarding him. fou sent for me?” he asked of them Yes,” said Louise Milbune, nodding. ou know why, George?” d you if you knew why?” she a thickset little man, portly t; kept in condition by Turk- 4 golf and what not. His hair 1, his neck was thick, he had puffs eyes, and very loose, sensual lips > ae oy a neat mustache. He was “slate, but he never e a ale =F i eg itn . a - ee “ Ne rel a L k Sour he 1 pO aIiWAY> ‘¥ 7% ed en = - —® ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. wore a white carnation in the buttonhole of his left coat lapel. for that white carnation, got to be rather a joke that he should wear white—who was so far from pure in word, thought or deed. tered, pompous, egotistical little man, a vicious man, a dangerous man when he could not have his own way. Once he had caned a chauffeur, and it had cost a small fortune to hush the matter up. The chauf- feur’s arm had been broken at the elbow and had remained stiff, rendering him unfit a" He was renowned Indeed, it had An obstinate, self-cen- for further driving. And once Milburne had locked a girl in a cupboard—as a joke, he explained afterward—and she had been rescued hours later—a shricking, gibbering wreck. He was not quite a nice man; but he was very rich. And when Louise Gar- Jand had married him—her first season “ out ”—it had been generally agreed that she was “ doing well.” She regarded him now as she was wont to regard him, with rather amused, cynical, hali-closed eyes. He hated the way she looked at him; but there was really noth- ing one could do about a thing like that. “We sent for you, George,” she said, “ to find out what you know about Guy da Costa’s murder!” He caught his breath and whitened. “ Murder?” he repeated. His eyes went from her curiously, searchingly, to Silvers’s face, to Garry’s. Then suddenly he chuck- led, finding confirmation in the expressions of the men. “ Murdered, eh?” he said. “ That’s one on you, old girl! What?” “Tt may prove to be one on you,” she answered suavely. “On me?” he cried, opening his eyes. “ Perhaps you forget,” she said, “ that you threatened his life—only to-night at dinner!” He frowned. “J was joking,” he protested. “ At least you were getting me exci This is a hell of a time to bring things like that up, « “Be fa Da Costa’s life. You _understan® © A — ; are aS. ry ‘i Fe ASC Ret il ot ¢ med ae comicbooks.com