THE GIRL WHO CRIED
get a position right under the old devil's nose. I see him every day, and I have got him scared. What 's a thousand pounds to me? I 've lost more than a thousand on one race at Lewes. No, my boy, employ the resources of science," he said flippantly. "There 's no sense in being a dope merchant if you can't get the right dope for the right case."
"The less you say about my doping, the, better," snarled the other man. "I was a fool to take you so much into my confidence."
"Don't lose your temper," said the other, raising his hand in mock alarm. "Lord bless us, Mr. Wright or Robinson, who would have thought that the nice, mild-mannered young man who goes to church in Eastbourne could be such a fierce chap in London? I 've often laughed, seeing you walk past me as though butter would n't melt in your mouth and everybody saying what a nice young man Mr. So-and-so is, and I have thought, if they only; knew that this sleek lad—"
"Shut up!" said the other savagely. "You
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