Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 1, 1922 — page 108: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By MAX BRAND Author of ** The Garden of Eden,’’ ‘‘ Gun Gentlemen,’’ ‘‘ The Untamed,’’ etc. ‘CHAPTER XXVIII. THE BARGAIN. O matter what else she may have been, and Mrs. Littleton was known to have various qualities, she proved herself on this day a prophet of extraordi- nary insight; for Dickon Greene, a moment or two after she made her prophecy-to Mrs. Dickens, was speeding in a taxicab straight for the house of Mrs. Rainey. The address which North had given him brought him to an imposing front on Park Avenue, before which a rather stout gen- tleman was dismounting from a saddle horse. Standing beside the horse with his hands planted firmly on his hips while he scowled at the graceful lines of his mount, Dickon noted that the corpulency was all above the waist; the legs were lean and crooked out, the legs of a horseman who has spent most of his life in a saddle. | He turned away from the horse, whose reins a groom was gathering preparatory to leading it back to the stables, and went up the front steps side by side with Dickon. He nodded to Dickon with a perturbed air. “ You’re coming in?” he said unnecessar- ily. | “* My name is Greene—Dickon Greene; Mr. Rainey, I suppose?” * Right. Glad to know you, sir.” It was plain that if the name of Dickon Greene had ever been pronounced within his hear- ing before it had slipped at once out of his memory. He pushed with the key in the lock and glared after the departing horse. This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for June 3. 698 1OOOLK C©