A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 161: what you’re looking at

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to gt 4 w* 2 . A SERVANT OF SATAN. 153 When you think of the unhappy woman you have ruined— of the friend you have betrayed—dishonored—robbed—yes, robbed, not only of, his wife, but of his fortune! Do you suppose that I shall allow you to escape unpunished?—you whe have shattered my life and killed the woman I loved so passionately.” With these words Mr. Vander Beck took a step toward Frederick and raised his hand in a threatening manner. «“Stay, you old fool! You do not know what you are talking about. You had best not tempt me toofar. Iam not in a mood to be trifled with,” retorted the young man, defiantly. ‘* Neither am I!’ exclaimed the infuriated Mr. Van der Beck. ‘* You have in your possession stilla part of my fortune. I.will have you arrested as a robber and a thief if I do not kill you before then, as the destroyer of my hap- piness. But whatever happens you shall not escape me.” Frederick uttered a short mocking laugh. ‘‘T have followed you half across the world,” continued Mr. Van der Beck, ‘‘and I swear by Heaven that I will put astop to your shameless career and hinder you from doing any further harm.” The old man looked so awful in his anger that Frederick involuntarily recoiled. ‘They were now standing on the edge of the path and within a few feet of the brink of the yawn- ing abyss beneath him. Mr. Van der Beck violently grasped the young man by the shoulder, exclaiming: <<Come with me. Itisof no use to resist. I am armed; and, though I am but a Sas old man compared to you, you will have to follow me.’ Saying this, he pulled a revolver from his breate and leveled it at Frederick’s breast. A fiendish expression swept over the young man’s fea- tures. With one swift blow of his arm he dashed the weapon from Mr. Van der Beck’s hand, and, seizing him in mM "EOmMmIcHOOKS.CcoO mE)