The Washington times., 1912-05-24
CHAPTER v (continued).

frTNHEN l tell you that the Straub
Is a scoundrelI'' vociferated
i DR.. Rausenfeld. as he swung
his hat and permitted
his whiskers to wave in harmony
with It. ITO he gave the employment
when ne was on his uppermosts! And
ness. ! fire him--what you call it7 For
that Haskins, he is the brother-in- law
OF the sister of these straub, down on
yns Ms Hsf ko EsS fss 2sssrwss WSst they are lying
Banks smiled serenely.
Precisely" he said. THAT is ex-
actly what you are-the ruiner Of busi-
ana the deadly Of
otherwise! And as such, It is my inten-
ton to have you locked up before this
day is an hour older and sent away for
incorrisibie enemy to societyr
WHAT
THAT and nothing else" Banks rolled
another cigarette and leered. You may
Sounds came from the inside of DR..
Rausenfeld! That statement Is made
advisedly: because the sounds were
his chair and painted and fumed and
sizzled, while Banks allowed his first
shaft to sink in-and then launched
the second in milder tone:
My excitable friend, / assure you
that-whatever opinion you may hold
personal---very. influence with the police
and the judiciary Is more than sufficient
o3bss to send S. you away Sot for good On the
nature. If you wish to sell out cheap on
the spot, and swear to quit the country
within twenty-four hours, will buy you
out and call 1t off!'I
Rausenfeld recovered himself rapidly.
Aha 1t is that! You wish to purchase
| the great discovery! You. already rich,
wish to become more so through my
work! But, I tell you. my discovery
as 1t stands today, is worth 5000, 900! In
q year ! make 81, 900, 900! In two years
| make s5,Qoo'ooo!. In three years make
SIS, 100000 In"
Banks pointed his pistol-like finger
and Callow shifted before 1t exploded.
by the end of fifteen years you'd
own all the money in the world" said
| the millionaire. Forget It! I'll give
you 5000 cash here and now, to disap.
pear altogether and give me bill OF
J sale Of whatever you possess in that
I house!"
Five thousand"-Rausenfel shrieket
wildly.
for it,
Dir. Rausenfeld's mouth opened 81
widely that the red inside showed ever
| redder than his mustache. He wal
! about to shoot forth Vesuvius torrent
/ when DR.. Callow drew him aside with
|
Into the corner of the room they went
suddenly, and even into the alcove
Callow talked rapidly, while Rausen
field waved his hat and fumed noise
lessly. The conference lasted for ful
FIVE minutes; and all that Banks coulc
catch was the last remark of Callow's
| you knew how he acted, and I an
positive it will eventually be the same
with the rest! AND
Two minutes later they were back ir
| hai oh RanSen.
field, with compressed lips and a sinis'
ter albeit doubtful. scowl.
"Mr. Banks" said DR.. Callow, while
such a thing was altogether unpremedi.
| field will agree to sell out his entire In
| terest in the sanatorium for $4,000 ir
cash, II the amount is paid here ant
now!'
yes, sir! He declines to part with
It for less. and the property Is worth
fifty times that amount"
| Banks considered
Just what did 1t mean to him to &C
quire the Anti-Spending Cure establish
ment? The turning out of Seabrigh
and Tate, and Barkus, for the yer,
beginning! The liberating OF them from
the baleful influence OF hon-spendinl
treatment! And then. all other consid
erations apart. the financing Of Consol
idated Cold Water, and
He had pressed a button. Somewhere
buzzer was whirring and Harris en-
tered.
Harris" he said ''give me my
pocket check book and then take a bill
Of sale form and fill It in. transferring
all property at this address. now owned
by Dr-whats your name?'
Ivan Rausenfold. and"
"Ivan Rausenfeld to me. Busy"
Harris slid to cabinet. He extracted
check book and a blank or two. HI
slid back to the table, delivered the for
mer and picked up the slip of pape
which Banks had thrust forward, HI
typewriter clicked hysterically.
He was back In an instant He passet
snarl, Banks thrust 1t toward Rausen
field, who. at whisper from DR.. Cal
low, signed 1t and rose as he pocketet
the check.
The millionaire leaned back as he raj
through the bill of sale.
Now" he said. II own your Non
Spending Cure Sanitorium!"
"Yes-damn you!" snapped DR.. Rau
senfeld.
"Yes-and Heaven help your adde'
DR.. Callow. as they departed suddenly
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