I couldn't get the boy
away, but I satisfied myself that he was innocent of this. He
never engaged a room here or had any intention of coming here.
What Kieff's intentions were I didn't enquire. But he had got the
devil's own grip on Guy last night, He could have made him
do--anything." Kelly ended with a few strong expressions which
left no doubt as to the opinion he entertained of Kieff and all his
works.
Burke ate his breakfast in an absorbed silence. Finally he looked
up to enquire, "Have you any idea what has become of Guy this
morning?"
Kelly shook his head. "Not the shadow of a notion. I shall look
for him presently on the racecourse. He seems to have found some
money to play with, for he told me he had taken two tickets for the
diamond draw, one for himself and one for another. But he was just
mad last night. The very devil had got into him. What will I do
with him if I get him?"
Burke's eyes met his for a moment. "You can do--anything you like
with him," he said.
"Ah, but he saved your life, Burke," said the Irishman pleadingly.
"It's only three days ago."
"I know what he did," said Burke briefly, both before and after
that episode. "He may think himself lucky that I have no further
use for him."
"But aren't you satisfied, Burke?" Kelly leaned forward
impulsively. "I've told you the truth.
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