Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 18: what you’re looking at

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he The sarcasm of the last two words was not yy Lt upon the sharper. He wheeled around a and retorted quickly: “Oh, we may meet sooner than you antici- a: friend Fairfax. You know, you said yourself that I was a slippery fellow.” “Oh, I do hope you will reform! [’ exe claimed Marion, impulsively. “You are so - young and so—so handsome. Oh, dreadful pity that you are wicked !” The words were said so simply that Dun- iis 2 lap burst out laughing. “Tm afraid it’s too late,” he ead with a merry light 1 in his eyes; then, without extend- i % ing his. hand, he merely said: ‘““Good-night, _ Miss Marlowe.” “Will you come quietly, or shall we use these?” asked the detective again, snapping the handcuffs. Dunlap did not answer; he was looking at the ‘young detective, who still sat with his hand on the butt of his revolver. “Really, Fairfax, you must allow me to congratulate you upon your luck,” he said, pleasantly. “It is the first time in his career that ‘Lucky Larry’ ever ran his own head into a noose. The moral is—steer clear of pretty A, - women. If I had not become infatuated with Miss Marlowe’s beauty, I should not have been wasting time around that theatre; but there’s no use repining; you have won this hand—the next trick will be mine, and don’t you forget "net : . There was a ring of determination in the last few words, and the dark, pensive eyes that had just been glowing with admiration had become so cold and steely that Marion ‘shuddered as she watched them. The next moment the young man had turned to the de- tectives. “Take me any way you please; it _ doesn’t matter to me,” he said, indifferently ; “only please remember, gentlemen, that I can always pay far a carriage.” “Put the ‘nippers’ on and take no chances,” 4 MY QUEEN. 15 said Fairfax, a little sternly. “I have come all the way from New York for this fellow, cfhicers: for heaven's sake, don’t let him es- cape me now!” “We'll land him all right,” said one of the men, gruffly, and the next moment “Lucky Larry’s” hands were securely locked to- gether. The whole thing had been done so quietly ‘that, for a moment after they had gone, Mar- ‘on and Miss Allyn stared at each other. It did not seem possible to either that such a tragedy had been enacted. Fairfax was distributing broiled lobster and Chili sauce, as calmly as though noth- ing had occurred, long before the two girls were ready to even think of supper. “Oughtn’t you to go with them, Henry?” asked Miss Allyn, Bs Bp oy would be dreadful if he should get away after a minute. from them! Your life wouldn’t be safe an- other minute!” , Mf. Fairfax laughed as he pushed back the platter. ; “Tf revengeful criminals were to be feared, I’d be saying my prayers all the time, dar- “Why, no less than a dozen have sworn to shoot me at sight; still ling,” he said, merrily. here I am, as hale and hearty as ever.” “But this one had such a baneful glitter in his eyes,’ murmured Marion, anxiously. Miss Allyn laughed as she retorted, slyly: “Why, Marion ! I thought his eyes were beautiful, IT am sure I saw love and adoration in their depths whenever they looked in your direction.” “I don’t blame you a bit for making fun of me,’ said Marion, blushing. “I thought so, too, until I learned who he was. Why, he made love so beautifully that I almost be- lieved him !” The young detective’s face grew sober in a minute. “It wasn’t very nice of me.to_brin you tw EoOnnicDoc ks. conn