Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 93: what you’re looking at

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By CHARLES WESLEY SANDERS Author of ‘* Ten Thousand Dollars Reward,’’ etc. CHAPTER VIII—(continued). THE BOOMERANG, HE odor of the poured whisky came to Seagrave’s nostrils. He looked at the bottle in repugnance. That odor slightly nauseated him. It made him think of places like Sloan’s, where men slept in rows on the floor, the reek of their unclean bodies filling the rooms. It brought back a picture of the sheeted fig- ure in the morgue. And on the other hand it made him think of his wife and child. His right hand lay on the table. The long fingers had been toying with the cards which he had cast down a moment before. Now the hand was suddenly clenched. “Thank God, I’m done with that stuff.” His voice was low and tense, and there was the vibrating tone of utter truth in it. The eyes with which he looked at the bottle and at the filled glass in Radcliffe’s hand were full of disdain. Allison coughed on his drink and set his glass down. “You fellows that reform are damned good—too damned good,” he said. “ Be- cause some people can’t drink like gentle- men they want to take it away from other people that can.” Seagrave turned to him. He had dis- liked Allison from what he had seen of the man, and now he felt that dislike grow into hate. He knew that the hate had been This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for October 27. 719 EO PMIG DOO KS5(€)