The Lock and Key Library: The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: Real Life
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The Lock and Key Library: The Most Interesting Stories of All Nations: Real Life
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction; Parapsychology
"I was trained to punctuality from early youth," replied the
preacher; and proceeding directly to business, without further
circumlocution, continued, "I succeeded in raising five hundred
dollars, which entitles me under the agreement to twenty-five
thousand."
From an inner pocket, after removing a number of pins, he produced
six one hundred dollar notes, saying, by way of explanation, "For
greater security I converted my funds into bills of large
denomination. One I reserve for contingencies; the other five are
for you."
"Your money is here in the safe," said Ragem, taking the five
notes, and turning toward the safe as if to unlock it. But the
scoundrel evidently reasoned that it would be silly to remain
content with the five when he could just as easily capture the
sixth.
Walking back, he remarked, "I want to show you that my large bills
are just as perfect as the small ones"; and, as if for purposes of
comparison, he took the remaining note from the hand of the
clergyman.
At this moment began a fearful knocking on a side door, that
threatened the speedy demolition of the frail barrier. "Run, run,"
whispered Ragem, as if in the extremity of terror, "the police are
on us."
The preacher needed no second invitation, fear of exposure giving
wings to his feet. Almost at a bound he cleared the two flights of
stairs and emerged into the street, walking several blocks, and
turning a number of corners before he dared to look back.
The bona fide occupant of the room where these parties met had no
share whatever in the nefarious transactions carried on there.
Through the treachery of the janitor, Ragem was permitted at
certain hours to make use of the apartment for the purpose of
keeping appointments with his victims. A confederate stationed on
the outside delivered the knocks as soon as customers were plucked
and it became desirable to get rid of their company. Occasional
hints of improper practices reached the ear of the real lessee, but
these had never yet taken such shape as to give a decisive clew to
the trouble, dupes for the most part pocketing their losses in
silence.
After an interval of two or three hours Mr. Sapp plucked up courage
to return. Having mounted the stairs, he entered the room warily.
His late partner was not there. A stalwart gentleman, who seemed
to be the proprietor, 1ooked up inquiringly, and was not a little
puzzled when the visitor supplemented the performance of wiping the
right corner of his mouth by three deliberate nods. "What can I do
for you to-day?" inquired the gentleman, rising.
"You are, I presume, a partner of Mr. Ragem," answered Sapp. "I
see he is out. Our business this morning was unfortunately
interrupted by the police, and I have returned to complete it."
"What business?" asked the proprietor, in undisguised astonishment.
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