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Frank L. Packard. The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale
The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. SMARLINGHUE
CHAPTER II. THE WARNING
CHAPTER III. THE MAN WITH THE SCAR
CHAPTER IV. THE DIAMOND PENDANT
CHAPTER V. “DEATH TO THE GRAY SEAL!”
CHAPTER VI. THE REHABILITATION OF LARRY THE BAT
CHAPTER VII. THE BOND ROBBERY
CHAPTER VIII. AT HALFPAST ONE
CHAPTER IX. ‘WARE THE WOLF
UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND UNDER PIER IN NORTH RIVER. VICTIM OF FOUL PLAY. FACE IS MUTILATED BEYOND RECOGNITION
CHAPTER X. THE CHASE
CHAPTER XI. THE VOICES OF THE UNDERWORLD
CHAPTER XII. IN THE SANCTUARY
CHAPTER XIII. THE SECRET ROOM
CHAPTER XIV. THE LAST CARD
CHAPTER XV. CAUGHT IN THE ACT
CHAPTER XVI. ONE CHANCE IN TEN
FLEMING P. FORRESTER
CHAPTER XVII. THE DEFAULTER
CHAPTER XVIII. ALIAS ENGLISH DICK
CHAPTER XIX. THE BEGINNING OF THE END
CHAPTER XX. THE OLD-CLOTHES SHOP
CHAPTER XXI. SILVER MAG
CHAPTER XXII. THE TOCSIN’S STORY
CHAPTER XXIII. HUNCHBACK JOE
CHAPTER XXIV. AT FIVE MINUTES OF TWELVE
THE END
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Frank L. Packard
Published by Good Press, 2022
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He recalled the feverish haste in which he had acted that morning—the one thought that had possessed him being to reach her if possible before she could put her designs into execution. Benson, his chauffeur, reckless of speed laws, had rushed him to the hotel where, pending the remodelling of the Fifth Avenue mansion, she had taken rooms. Here, he learned that she had given up her apartments on the previous afternoon, and that it was understood she had left for an extended travel tour, and that her baggage had been taken to the Pennsylvania Station. From the hotel he had gone to the trust company in whose hands she had placed the management of her estate. With a few additional details, disquieting rather than otherwise, it was the story of the hotel over again. They did not know where she was, except that she had told them she was going away for a long trip, had given them the fullest powers to handle her affairs, and, on the previous afternoon, had drawn a very large sum of money before leaving the institution.
He had returned then, like a man dazed, to his home on Riverside Drive, and had locked himself in his den to think it out. She had covered her tracks well—and had done it in a masterly way because she had done it simply. It was possible that she had actually gone away for a trip; but it was more probable that she had not. He had had, of course, no means of knowing; but the sort of peril that threatened her, his intuition told him, was not such as to be diverted by the mere expedient of absenting herself from New York temporarily; and, besides, she had said that she would fight it out. She could hardly do that in the person of Marie LaSalle, or away from New York. She was clever, resourceful, resolute and fearless—and those very traits opened a vista of possibilities that left his mind staggering blindly as in a maze. She was gone—and alone in the face of deadly menace. He remembered then the curious, unnatural calmness underlying the mad whirling of his brain at the thought that that was not literally true, that she was not, nor would she ever be alone—while he lived. It was only a question of how he could help her. It had seemed almost certain that the danger threatening her came from one of two sources—either from those who were left of the Crime Club, relentless, savage for vengeance on account of the ruin and disaster that had overtaken them; or else from the Magpie, and behind the Magpie, massed like some Satanic phalanx, every denizen of the underworld, for Silver Mag had disappeared coincidently with Larry the Bat, coincidently with the Magpie’s attempted robbery of the supposed Henry LaSalle’s safe, to which plot she was held by the underworld to be a party, coincidently with the dispersion of the Crime Club, and coincidently with the reappearance of the heiress Marie LaSalle—and, further, Silver Mag stood condemned to death in the Bad Lands as the accomplice of the Gray Seal. But Silver Mag had disappeared. Had the underworld, prompted by the Magpie, solved the riddle—did it know, or guess, or suspect that Silver Mag was Marie LaSalle?
