New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1908-08-02
The Spitfre
Confined fI1on1 rQPe- II

OF a legal reward was = piece OF utterly as
founding impotence; yet the matter was be
side the actual question Look here, he
said, II strikes me as a bit risky TO use a
valuable lot OF gems as bait for a dangerous
thief; and, by the way, Mr.. Ormond, where
did you get those gems:
limitations, returned the unrutfied one,
but such clever limitations that defy you,
as an expert, to tell them from the real article
without a most careful examination
Vel see about that later, retOrted GIraTd,
while the business CreaSeS once more appeared
round his IncIsIve mouth. " in the meantime,
just one more thing. You say You called on
me at the Victoria with q view OF securing my
aid IN this affair,-with the aim OF borrowing
my yacht, borrowing my name, and borrow
ing my valuable time IN the interests OF an
utter stranger. Now, what reason, sir, had
you to imagine. for one fraction OF a minute,
that ! would not kick YOU all the way down
stairs to the street where you belong:
Ormond 5 eyes narrowed as he answered with
q slow and cold assurance OF his ground. Be
cause Of my intimate knowledge of your per
sonal affairs, which are guarded so carefully
from the ewes and nose of the general public
Because OF nv acquaintance with your bust
ness patrons,-those WASHINGTON officials who
stand with one hand on the helm of the ship OF
state and the other on the tape of Wall Street
ticker. Because
4 GAIN Marcus Girard was on his feet, this
time forgetting everything on earth be
vond the personal equation and shot which,
If not a bulls eye, came certainly WITHIN the
outer ring. His face grew purple, while he
swe1led to the bursting point OF rage.
You houndi he cried. III settle with
YOU for thisl Yes and for something else be
sides your blackrnail, III settle with you for
stealing my yacht IN order TO carry out your
other theft! Do you think that |, adult, IN
possession OF my senses, would swallow this
of, toll
sense sir You're a couple Of crooks who have
PLAYED YOUR game and are caught with a
crooked wheel | know Your breed, and now
bv Heaven"
His fist came down with a crash on the table
but another fist came down beside It.
Drop it - commanded Ormond IN a tone
Of stern authority. I've stood enough of your
garrulous noise! Sit down.
No longer was the man meek defender OF Il
poor position, but grim, relentless officer OF
the law, aroused at last to action. He placed
two powerful hands on the shout ers of Marcus
Girard and forced HIM into a seat, then stood
over him, his eyes swapping and his jaw set
- Do you suppose, he Numbered, that the
United States Government cares a hang tor
YOU and your time and Your little two-foT-a-
nickel Yacht! II you We lost time, well pay
for il; but IN Heavens name don't make a
scene for which YOU will only be sorry in the
end | have tried to be patient; but even of
fetal courtesy must have IT'S limits, sir Now
please he rational; otherwise YOU viii force me
against my every peaceful inclination-to
place YOU under arrest
II E flung back his coat, revealing glItterIn%
II police badge pinned on his breast, and
Marcus Girard sat still and stared at It. He
did so for two reasons First. because II came
to him that another Wall Street balloon was
preparing for graceful flight: second, because
for twenty wears no one had dared to speak to
Il old