My
statements won't hurt him, I assure you. And if you would--er---"
"Would 'make it worth your while,' I suppose you're trying to get
out," Peter disgustedly prompted him.
"I have a wife to support, sir, and a child. I keep them in the
country, and it comes expensive."
"Give me ten dollars' worth of talk," ordered Peter, "and I'll believe
as much as I choose."
He was half ashamed of himself for stooping to bribe the fellow who
perhaps, after all, was only trying to delay him. Yet he might have
something worth hearing. He could not afford to lose a chance.
"Two young ladies came as far as the door, sir," said Sims, pocketing
the greenback, "but only one came into the house--a tall, handsome
young lady, different looking from most, with a thin yellowish silk
cloak over a blue dress. She walked right in, but when she found her
friend was gone she seemed surprised, and the next thing she was in
the boudoir telephoning. Mr. Logan went in and she came out. They had
a little dispute, I think, and though he'd been expecting her to
supper, he told me to get her out of the house as quick as I could. I
showed her through the basement, and she walked, rather briskly I
should say, sir, down the street, while Mr.
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