Gangsters -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
“The rajah's son remained at the hotel there for several days to
recuperate,” continued the Adventurer deliberately; “and during that
time he saw a great deal of Deemer, and, naturally, so did I. And,
incidentally, Danglar, though I thought nothing much of it then, I saw
something of you; and something of Mrs. Danglar there, too, though--if
she will permit me to say it--in a more becoming costume than she is now
wearing!” Once more he shrugged his shoulders as Danglar snarled. “Yes,
yes; I will hurry. I am almost through. While it was not made public
throughout the country, inasmuch as the rajah's son was more or less an
official guest of the government, the details of the accident were of
course known locally, as also was the fact that the young rajah in token
of his gratitude had presented Deemer with a collection of jewels of
almost priceless worth. We resumed our journey; Deemer, who was a man in
very moderate circumstances, and who had probably never had any means
in his life before, went to New York, presumably to have his first real
holiday, and, as it turned out, to dispose of the stones, or at least
a portion of them. When we reached the coast we received two advices
containing very ill news. The first was an urgent message to return
instantly to India on account of the old rajah's serious illness; the
second was to the effect that Deemer had been murdered by a woman in New
York, and that the jewels had been stolen.”
Again the Adventurer paused, and, eying Danglar, smiled--not pleasantly.
“I will not attempt to explain to you,” he went on, “the young rajah's
feelings when he heard that the gift he had given Deemer in return for
his own life had cost Deemer his. Nor will I attempt to explain the
racial characteristics of the people of whom the young rajah was
one, and who do not lightly forget or forgive. But an eye for an eye,
Danglar--you will understand that. If it cost all he had, there should
be justice. He could not stay himself; and so I stayed-because he made
me swear I would, and because he made me swear that I would never allow
the chase to lag until the murderers were found.
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