Jacqueline of Golden RiverEmanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Philosophy
Jacqueline of Golden River
Emanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Fiction
"He used to know Daly when they were young men together at Saratoga and
Montreal, and in Quebec, in the times when they had good horses and
high-play there. I tell you it was ticklish. There was millions of
dollars worth of property walking up Broadway, and they'd got her, with
a taxi waiting near by, when that devil's fool strolls up and draws a
crowd. If I'd been there I'd have----"
A string of vile expletives followed his last remark.
"They got on his track and followed them to the Merrimac," he
continued. "And they never came out. They waited all night till nine
this morning, and they never came out. My God, I thought her a good
girl--it's awful! Who was he? Say, how much do you know?"
His face was dripping with sweat, and he shot an awful look at
Jacqueline as she bent over the suit-case. I could hardly keep my
hands off him, but Jacqueline's need was too great for me to give vent
to my passion.
I remembered now that, after sending Jacqueline to the clerk's desk
alone, she had gone to a side entrance and I had joined her there and
left the hotel with her in that fashion. At any rate, Simon's words
showed me that his hired men were not acquainted with the rest of the
night's work.
I gathered from what he had said that the possession of Jacqueline was
vitally important both to Leroux and to Tom Carson, for some reason
connected with the Northern Exploitation Company, and that they had
endeavoured to kidnap her and hold her till the man Louis arrived to
advise them.
"How much do you know?" hissed Simon at me.
"Leroux," I said, "I'm not going to tell you anything. You will
remember that I was employed by Mr. Carson."
"Ain't I as good as Carson? What are you going to do with her?"
"You'd better go back to the office and wait, unless you want to spoil
the game by letting her see you," I said.
I was sure he was hiding from her intentionally, and I could see that
he believed I was working for Carson, for though he scowled fearfully
at me he seemed impressed by my words.
"I don't know whether Tom's running straight or not," he said huskily;
"but let me tell you, young man, it'll pay you to keep in with me, and
if you've got any price, name it!"
He shook his heavy fist over me--I believe the clerks thought he was
going to strike me, for they came hurrying toward us. But I saw
Jacqueline approaching, and, without another word, Leroux turned away.
Jacqueline caught sight of his retreating figure and her eyes widened.
I thought I saw a shadow of fear in them. Then the memory was effaced
and she was smiling again.
I instructed the store to call a messenger and have the suit-case taken
at once to the baggage-room in the Grand Central station.
"Now, Jacqueline, I'm going to take you to lunch," I said. "And
afterward we will start for home."
Outside the store I looked carefully around and espied Leroux almost
immediately lighting a cigar in the doorway of a shop. I hit upon a
rather daring plan to escape him.
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