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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Voice in the Fog"

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"I got t' see that chap, Mr. Crawford."
"It's a matter of four or five thousand. Do you want to risk it?"
"Come on, Haggerty!" cried Forbes, with good understanding. He caught
the detective by the arm and pulled him toward the door. But Haggerty
hung back sturdily.
"Is this straight, Mr. Crawford?"
"Half an hour; otherwise not a penny."
"All well an' good; but I'll hold you responsible if anything goes
wrong. I'm not seeing things clear."
"You will presently."
"Four thousand for half an hour?"
"To a penny."
"You're on!"
The three of them marched off to the billiard-room. Killigrew touched
Kitty's arm and motioned her to follow. She was rather glad to go.
She was on the verge of most undignified tears. When she had gone in
search of Mrs. Crawford, Killigrew walked over to Thomas and laid a
hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Thomas, will you go to Brazil the first week in September?"
"God knows, I'll be glad to," said Thomas, lifting his head. His young
face was colorless and haggard. "But you are putting your trust in a
double-dyed ass.


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