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第10章

He stepped to the desk--and paused with his hand extended to pick up the telephone.How explain to Carruthers that he, Jimmie Dale, already knew what Carruthers might not yet have heard of, even though Carruthers would naturally be among the first to be in touch with such affairs! No; that would never do.Better get there himself at once and trust to--The telephone rang.

Jimmie Dale waited until it rang again, then he lifted the receiver from the hook.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello! Hello! Jimmie!" came a voice."This is Carruthers.That you, Jimmie?""Yes," said Jimmie Dale and sat down limply in the desk chair.

"It's the Gray Seal again.I promised you I'd let you in on the ground floor next time anything happened, so come on down here quick if you want to see some of his work at firsthand."Jimmie Dale flirted a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Carruthers," said Jimmie languidly, "you newspaper chaps make me tired with your Gray Seal.I'm just going to bed.""Bed nothing!" spluttered Carruthers, from the other end of the wire."Come down, I tell you.It's worth your while--half the population of New York would give the toes off their feet for the chance.Come down, you blast idiot! The Gray Seal has gone the limit this time--it's MURDER."Jimmie Dale's face was haggard.

"Oh!" he said peevishly."Sounds interesting.Where are you? Iguess maybe I'll jog along."

"I should think you would!" snapped Carruthers."You know the Palace on the Bowery? Yes? Well, meet me on the corner there as soon as you can.Hustle! Good--""Oh, I say, Carruthers!" interposed Jimmie Dale.

"Yes?" demanded Carruthers.

"Thanks awfully for letting me know, old man.""Don't mention it!" returned Carruthers sarcastically."You always were a grateful beast, Jimmie.Hurry up!"Jimmie Dale hung up the receiver of the city 'phone, and took down the receiver of another, a private-house installation, and rang twice for the garage.

"The light car at once, Benson," he ordered curtly."At once!"Jimmie Dale worked quickly then.In his dressing room, he changed from dinner clothes to tweeds; spent a second or so over the contents of a locked drawer in the dresser, from which he selected a very small but serviceable automatic, and a very small but highly powerful magnifying glass whose combination of little round lenses worked on a pivot, and, closed over one another, were of about the compass of a quarter of a dollar.

In three minutes he was outside the house and stepping into the car, just as it drew up at the curb.

"Benson," he said tersely to his chauffeur, "drop me one block this side of the Palace on the Bowery--and forget there was ever a speed law enacted.Understand?""Very good, sir," said Benson, touching his cap."I'll do my best, sir."Jimmie Dale, in the tonneau, stretched out his legs under the front seat, and dug his hands into his pockets--and inside the pockets his hands were clenched and knotted fists.

Murder! At times it had occurred to him that there was a possibility that some crook of the underworld would attempt to cover his tracks and take refuge from pursuit by foisting himself on the authorities as the Gray Seal.That was a possibility, a risk always to be run.But that MURDER should be laid to the Gray Seal's door!

Anger, merciless and unrestrained, surged over Jimmie Dale.

There was peril here, live and imminent.Suppose that some day he should be caught in some little affair, recognised and identified as the Gray Seal, there would be the charge of murder hanging over him--and the electric chair to face!

But the peril was not the only thing.Even worse to Jimmie Dale's artistic and sensitive temperament was the vilification, the holding up to loathing, contumely, and abhorrence of the name, the stainless name, of the Gray Seal.It WAS stainless! He had guarded it jealously--as a man guards the woman's name he loves.

Affairs that had mystified and driven the police distracted with impotence there had been, many of them; and on the face of them--crimes.But no act ever committed had been in reality a crime--none without the highest of motives, the righting of some outrageous wrong, the protection of some poor stumbling fellow human.

That had been his partnership with her.How, by what amazing means, by what power that smacked almost of the miraculous she came in touch with all these things and supplied him with the data on which to work he did not know--only that, thanks to her, there were happier hearts and happier homes since the Gray Seal had begun to work."Dear Philanthropic Crook," she often called him in her letters.And now--it was MURDER!

Take Carruthers, for instance.For years, as a reporter before he had risen to the editorial desk, he had been one of the keenest on the scent of the Gray Seal, but always for the sake of the game--always filled with admiration, as he said himself, for the daring, the originality of the most puzzling, bewildering, delightful crook in the annals of crime.Carruthers was but an example.Carruthers now would hunt the Gray Seal like a mad dog.The Gray Seal, to Carruthers and every one else, would be the vilest name in the land--a synonym for murder.

On the car flew--and upon Jimmie Dale's face, as though chiselled in marble, was a look that was not good to see.And a mirthless smile set, frozen, on his lips.

"I'll get the man that did this," gritted Jimmie Dale between his teeth."I'll GET him! And, when I get him, I'll wring a confession from him if I have to swing for it!"The car swept from Broadway into Astor Place, on down the Bowery, and presently stopped.

Jimmie Dale stepped out."I shall not want you any more, Benson,"he said."You may return home."

Jimmie Dale started down the block--a nonchalant Jimmie Dale now, if anything, bored a little.Near the corner, a figure, back turned, was lounging at the edge of the sidewalk.Jimmie Dale touched the man on the arm.

"Hello, Carruthers!" he drawled.

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