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declare me sane again, and all will end happily for little Julius. I guess I can bear
a few months' retirement in order to rid the world of you, but don't you kid
yourself I'll hang for it!"
The Russian believed him. Corrupt himself, he believed implicitly in the power of
money. He had read of American murder trials running much on the lines
indicated by Julius. He had bought and sold justice himself. This virile young
American, with the significant drawling voice, had the whip hand of him.
"I'm going to count five," continued Julius, "and I guess, if you let me get past
four, you needn't worry any about Mr. Brown. Maybe he'll send some flowers to
the funeral, but YOU won't smell them! Are you ready? I'll begin. One--two three--
four----"
The Russian interrupted with a shriek:
"
Do not shoot. I will do all you wish."
Julius lowered the revolver.
"
"
"
"
I thought you'd hear sense. Where is the girl?"
At Gatehouse, in Kent. Astley Priors, the place is called."
Is she a prisoner there?"
She's not allowed to leave the house--though it's safe enough really. The little
fool has lost her memory, curse her!"
"
That's been annoying for you and your friends, I reckon. What about the other
girl, the one you decoyed away over a week ago?"
"She's there too," said the Russian sullenly.
"
That's good," said Julius. "Isn't it all panning out beautifully? And a lovely night
for the run!"
"What run?" demanded Kramenin, with a stare.
"Down to Gatehouse, sure. I hope you're fond of motoring?"
"What do you mean? I refuse to go."
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