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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Puppet Crown"

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"Don't you doubt it for a moment," interrupted Maurice, taking
out the revolver and fondling it. "Any interference will mean
one or more cases for the hospital. Come, I'm not the police,"
to Kopf. "I am not going to hurt you. I wish only to ask you a
few questions, which is my right after what has passed between
us. We'll go to my hotel, where we shan't be disturbed."
Together they left the hall. As they passed through the bar-room
Stuler looked questions, but refrained from asking them. Maurice
put away the revolver. As they went out into the street he drew
Kopf's arm within his own.
"What do you want?" asked Johann, savagely.
"First. What is your place in this affair?"
"What affair?"
"The abduction."
"I had nothing to do with it, Herr, on my honor. I was only a
porter, and I supposed my errand was in good faith."
"How about the gentle push you gave me when the door opened? My
friend, I'm no infant. Lies will do you no good. I know
everything, and wish only to verify. You are a police spy, in
the employ of the duchess." Maurice felt the arm draw, and bore
down on it.
"If I was, do you suppose I'd fool my time on this side of the
Thalians?" Johann shrugged.


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