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Libbey, Laura Jean, 1862-1924

"Mischievous Maid Faynie"


"The end is not far," muttered Kendale. "I suppose it would look better
to send a call for an ambulance and have him sent to the hospital."
He acted upon the thought without a moment's delay, and while the wagon
was _en route_ made a quick search of his unfortunate cousin's
apartment, a sardonic smile of triumph lighting his face. And as he
transferred the money to his pocket, a sudden thought rushed through his
brain--a thought that for the instant almost took his breath away.
Like one fascinated, he looked down at the white face. "I could do it;
yes, I am sure I could do it," he muttered, drawing his breath hard.
At that moment the ambulance wagon rattled up to the door. In another
instant the two attaches entered the room.
"What is the difficulty?" queried the man, and briefly Kendale
explained.
"It seems hardly worth while to take him to the hospital," said one of
the men; "he would hardly last until we reach there. Still, if you
insist--"
"Yes, I insist," he cut in sharply.


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