Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-12-29
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ALL THE passion Of the man was on
"A the surface now. Lean and gaunt.
his body seemed to crouch forward as
though to spring; his hands, with
fingers crooked like claws reaching for
their prey, were outstretched before
him. Sixty one days start Millmarr
had. But MllmRn would need more
than that! The only man in the
world whom he had ever trusted, and
who had then betrayed him, would need
more than sixty-one days to escape
the reckoning that was to come. Mill
man might hide, Millman might live for
years In lavish ease on that money,
and in the end there might be none Of
that money left, but sooner or later
Millman would pay bigger price thar
"a hundred thousand dollars. He
would get Millman. The world WASH {
big enough for the two Of them. And
when that day came
His muscles relaxed. The paroxysm
Of fury left him, and suddenly he
moancd little as though in bitter
hurt. There was another side TO il.
He could not help thinking of that
other side. There had been two years
OF what he thought was friendship-anG
The friendship had been hypocrisy. 1t
was hard to believe. Perhaps Millman
meant to play square after all, perhaps
Millman would keep that rendezvous
IN New York on June twenty fourth at
eight o'clock in the evening at the st.
Lucian Hotel. Perhaps Millman would.
1t wasn't only on account of the money
that he hoped Nillman would-there
were those two years of what he had
thought was friendship.
He leaned suddenly against the wall
Of the cell. the palms of his hands
pressed against it. his face crushed into
bis knckles. No. What was the use
of that. Why try to delude himself
again? Why try to make himself be-
lievc what he wanted to believe? lie
could reason now coolly and logically
enough. IL Millman was honest he
would not do what he Ind offered to do
and being, therefore, dishonest. his ap-
parent honesty had been only mask,
and the mask had been only for his.
Dave 1Ienderson's. benefit, and that,
logically could evidence but one thing
that Millman had deliberately set HIM
self to win the confidence that would
win for Alillman the stake Of one hum
dred thousand dollars. There was no
other conclusion, was there?
His head came up from his hands.
and he stood rigid. tense. Wait
Wait a minute, until his brain cleared.
There was another possibility. He hnd
not thought of it before. 1t confused
and staggered him now. Suppose that
Millman stood in with the police
Suppose that the police had used Mill
man for Just the purpose that Millman
had accomplished. Or--why not?-
suppose that Millman was even one of
the police himself! It was not so ten
able theory as 1t was to assume that
Millman had acted as n stool-pigeon;
the realm Of possibility. A marf would
not count two years i'll spent on case
that involved the recovery Of hundred
thousand dollars-nor hesitate to play
cOnvct'S part. either, if necessary. 1t
had been done before.
Until Barian had come last night,
the police had made no sign for years
unless Millman were indeed one Of
them, and. believing at the last that he
was facing failure, had called in Bar
Jan. Millman hadn't had a hard time
OF 1t in the penitentiary. His education
had been the excuse, il It we're an ex-
cuse, for all the soft clerical jobs. Who
was to know IL Millman ever spent the
nights in his cell?
Dave Henderson crushed his fists
against his temples. What did it matter?
In the long run, what did 1t matter?
Crook. or informant. or an officer, Mill
man had wrecked him, and he would
pay his debt to Milman He laughed
low again. while his teeth gnawed at
his lips. There were Barjan and Bookie
Skarvan-and now Millman And
Baldy NiCkers and the underworld
There wasn't much chance, was
there? Not much TO expect now in re-
turn for the etcrnities in which he had
worn these prison stripes. not much out