Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 17: what you’re looking at

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14 gry!" he said to the waiter ; then he carelessly placed one hand on a chair behind him. “I told Miss Allyn that the first time I ever Saw you was in a theatre,” he began, slowly. “You were sitting in a box and I sat down Leside you—and, although we were strangers, I recognized you instantly !” Even Mr. Dunlap himself looked surprised for an instant, but he recovered himself and laughed good-naturedly. : | “You see I had seen your picture several times before,’’ went on Fairfax, elibly ; “both being New Yorkers, your face was not a strange one. In fact, I had gazed upon your iikeness often; I might say, very often.” Philip Dunlap’s laugh ended as suddenly as it had begun. He was sitting bolt upright in his chair, his face the color of ashes. Marion noticed almost without realizing it that the waiter had returned, but already her _ lips had framed the question: “Where, Mr. Fairfax—where had you seen it?” The hand.of the young detective slipped down to his hip pocket, and he half rose from his chair as he answered, distinctly: “In the Rogues’ Gallery, at Police Head- quarters, Miss Marlowe! Our friend, Mr. Dunlap is a prince of sharpers!” “~ CHAPTER VII. ‘“T YUCKY LARRY. There was just an instant of silence, in which Marion stared at the two young men in positive terror; then her eyes wandered to the face of her friend, Miss Allyn. Alma was actually smiling over the dread- ful situation, with her eyes fixed admiringly on her clever lover. Marion leaned back in her chair and com- posed herself instantly. Philip Dunlap had made one movement and then sat perfectly still. The hand which young Fairfax had put MY QUEEN. behind him was now grasping the butt of a revolver, and the metal shone between his fingers. ; Fairfax had not taken his eyes from his pseudo friend’s face; and, as the waiter en- tered with two sturdy-looking men behind | him, he spoke without removing his glance or altering his position. “Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Law- rence Philip Dunlap, or ‘Lucky Larry,’ as the members of our guild have learned to call him. Just clap a pair of handcuffs on to him, please, when you take him away. Remem- ber, he is a valuable prize, as well as a slip- pery fellow.” The two officers who had entered stepped up to Dunlap quietly; and, as one of them tapped the young man on the shoulder, Mar- ion almost stopped breathing. “Better come quietly, young man, and not make any fuss,” he said, sternly. “We'll treat you right if you don’t attempt to kick over the traces.” There was a click of metal and Marion gave a'little cry. She could not bear to see them handcuff the young fellow. “Oh, do you have to do that?” she asked, with a gasp. “It seems cruel to handcuff him! I am sure he will go quietly!” | Philip Dunlap’s face was still the color of ashes, but he turned from the detectives with a contemptuous shrug of the shoulders, and his smile was as sweet as ever as his eyes rested on the young girl. “Thank you for your sympathy, Miss Mar- lowe,” he said, softly. “Perhaps if [ had known you when I was younger I would riever have earned the sobriquet of “Lucky Larry,’ but it is all in a lifetime, and I have no regrets. Pray allow me to say good- night, my dear Miss Marlowe.” “You might add ‘good-by,’” suggested Fairfax, smilingly. “You are not likely to see each other again for some time, you tei Chon ‘ : ’ ea know, friend Dunlap! Soiniitebeleeeeo |