Criminals -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Extortion -- Fiction
“That is quite true,” was the answer. Grewgus had certainly formed the
opinion at one time that the young woman’s sudden departure had been
occasioned by her discovery of the fact that she was being watched.
But her next words settled this point once and for all.
“And I suppose you followed me about from place to place. It is rather
strange that I did not spot you; as I flatter myself that I am rather
a keen observer. From what you know of my career, you may be sure I
have had to cultivate the quality of alertness. You must be very
clever at your business. I should have said it would be impossible for
anybody to shadow me continuously for even a day without my being
aware of it.”
Grewgus smiled. “I think I may say, without undue vanity, I am rather
clever at it. In your case, I took somewhat elaborate precautions, as
I felt I was dealing with a very resourceful woman. I shadowed you
under perhaps a dozen different disguises. Well, Mrs. Edwards, I need
hardly say I am very astonished to see you in my office. I suppose you
will tell me in good time the object of your visit.”
A very hard look came over the handsome face. “I need not keep you
waiting a moment longer. My object is revenge.”
“Against your former associates in general, or some particular
person?” suggested the detective quietly.
“Against my former associates, with one exception, I have no rancour.
They did their best to make my life pleasant, so far as such a life
can be made pleasant. I was one of those unfortunate creatures whose
mode of existence is determined for them at a very early age by
others, from whose domination it is impossible to escape. My father
was a crook; my mother, so long as she retained her good looks,
followed the same calling. And I was trained to follow in her
footsteps. You can say it was easy to break away, to separate from
these evil counsellors, and earn my living in some honest way. Mr.
Grewgus, it was not easy. More than once I have tried and I had to go
back.”
Grewgus looked at her curiously. She had spoken very calmly up to the
last few sentences, and then her manner had suddenly changed. Her
voice had in it a vibrating ring; her attempt to break away, and the
futility of it, had aroused in her very bitter memories.
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