I am
well-known in New York. I know all the lawyers and the jurymen.
Oh, they're up to all sorts of tricks in New York! Say, you
don't suppose they'll try me over here?" he broke off suddenly,
turning to Pritchard. "I shouldn't feel so much at home here."
"Take him away," Eizabeth begged. "Take him away." Pritchard
nodded.
"I thought you'd better hear," he said. "I am going to take him
away now. I shall send a telegram to the police-station at St.
Catherine's. They had better go up and see what's happened."
Pritchard took his captive once more by the arm. The young man
struggled violently.
"I don't like you, Pritchard," he shrieked. "I don't want to go
with you. I want to stay with Elizabeth. I am not really afraid
of her. She'd like to kill me, I know, but she's too clever
--oh, she's too clever! I'd like to stay with her."
Pritchard led him away.
"We'll see about it later on," he said. "You'd better come with
me just now."
The door closed behind them. Tavernake staggered up.
"I must go," he declared. "I must go, too."
Elizabeth was sobbing quietly to herself. She seemed scarcely to
hear him. On the threshold Tavernake turned back.
"That money," he asked, "the money you were going to lend me--was
that his?"
She looked up and nodded. Tavernake went slowly out.
CHAPTER XXVI
A CRISIS
Pritchard was the first visitor who had ever found his way into
Tavernake's lodgings. It was barely eight o'clock on the same
morning.
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