The Valley of the Giants by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne
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streets. Sexton, we've got to block them. It means a loss of millions
to me if we fail!" Shirley was standing in the doorway as he faced about from the telephone. "Uncle Seth," she said quietly, "use any honourable method of defeating Bryce Cardigan, but call off the Black Minorca. I shall hold you personally responsible for Bryce Cardigan's life, and if you fail me, I shall never forgive you." "Silly, silly girl!" he soothed her. "Don't you know I would not stoop to bush-whacking? There's some shooting going on, but its wild shooting, just to frighten Cardigan and his men off the job." "You can't frighten him," she cried passionately, "You know you can't. He'll kill the Black Minorca, or the Black Minorca will kill him. Go instantly and stop it." "All right, all right!" he said rather humbly, and sprang down the front steps into the waiting car. "I'll play the game fairly, Shirley, never fear." She stood in the doorway and watched the red tail-light, like a malevolent eye, disappear down the street. And presently as she stood there, down the boulevard a huge gray car came slipping noiselessly-- so noiselessly, in fact, that Shirley recognized it by that very quality of silence. It was Bryce Cardigan's Napier. "George!" she called. "Come here." The car slid over to the gate and stopped at the sight of the slim |
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