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The Mystery Megapack

The Mystery Megapack

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Autoren: Marcia Talley
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beneath it a five-dollar bill; then he peeled back the corner of that.
    Ten seconds later, Thubway Tham was standing in the middle of the room, tearing his hair and vowing that there should come a day when Booth Mansfield Merton should pay. Save for these two negotiable bills, the roll was stage money—merely a “flash” roll!
    Detective Craddock had been right. Merton was “broke,” but trying to keep up appearances, pretending prosperity where there was none.
    “And I perthithted,” said Tham mournfully. “I jutht hung on to that man! Perthithtenthe getth a man nothin’ in a cathe like thith. It ith jutht a wathte of time.”
    He looked down at the heap of stage money on the floor at his feet and then grinned. “It ith a good joke,” he said. “I’ll jutht keep that thtuff and flath it mythelf. And anyway, I gueth that fellow will know enough netht time not to inthult people as he pleatheth.”

THE IDES OF MARCH, by E.W. Hornung
    I
    It was half-past twelve when I returned to the Albany as a last desperate resort. The scene of my disaster was much as I had left it. The baccarat-counters still strewed the table, with the empty glasses and the loaded ash-trays. A window had been opened to let the smoke out, and was letting in the fog instead. Raffles himself had merely discarded his dining jacket for one of his innumerable blazers. Yet he arched his eyebrows as though I had dragged him from his bed.
    “Forgotten something?” said he, when he saw me on his mat.
    “No,” said I, pushing past him without ceremony. And I led the way into his room with an impudence amazing to myself.
    “Not come back for your revenge, have you? Because I’m afraid I can’t give it to you single-handed. I was sorry myself that the others—”
    We were face to face by his fireside, and I cut him short.
    “Raffles,” said I, “you may well be surprised at my coming back in this way and at this hour. I hardly know you. I was never in your rooms before tonight. But I fagged for you at school, and you said you remembered me. Of course that’s no excuse; but will you listen to me—for two minutes?”
    In my emotion I had at first to struggle for every word; but his face reassured me as I went on, and I was not mistaken in its expression.
    “Certainly, my dear man,” said he; “as many minutes as you like. Have a Sullivan and sit down.” And he handed me his silver cigarette-case.
    “No,” said I, finding a full voice as I shook my head; “no, I won’t smoke, and I won’t sit down, thank you. Nor will you ask me to do either when you’ve heard what I have to say.”
    “Really?” said he, lighting his own cigarette with one clear blue eye upon me. “How do you know?”
    “Because you’ll probably show me the door,” I cried bitterly; “and you will be justified in doing it! But it’s no use beating about the bush. You know I dropped over two hundred just now?”
    He nodded.
    “I hadn’t the money in my pocket.”
    “I remember.”
    “But I had my check-book, and I wrote each of you a check at that desk.”
    “Well?”
    “Not one of them was worth the paper it was written on, Raffles. I am overdrawn already at my bank!”
    “Surely only for the moment?”
    “No. I have spent everything.”
    “But somebody told me you were so well off. I heard you had come in for money?”
    “So I did. Three years ago. It has been my curse; now it’s all gone—every penny! Yes, I’ve been a fool; there never was nor will be such a fool as I’ve been.… Isn’t this enough for you? Why don’t you turn me out?” He was walking up and down with a very long face instead.
    “Couldn’t your people do anything?” he asked at length.
    “Thank God,” I cried, “I have no people! I was an only child. I came in for everything there was. My one comfort is that they’re gone, and will never know.”
    I cast myself into a chair and hid my face. Raffles continued to pace the rich carpet that was of a piece with everything else in his rooms. There was no variation in his soft and even footfalls.
    “You used to be a literary little cuss,” he said at length; “didn’t you edit the mag. before you left? Anyway I recollect fagging you to do my verses; and literature of all sorts is the very thing nowadays; any fool can make a living at it.”
    I shook my head. “Any fool couldn’t write off my debts,” said I.
    “Then you have a flat somewhere?” he went on.
    “Yes, in Mount Street.”
    “Well, what about

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