I am one to think quickly, but with precicion. So I said:
"You can't drive, can you?"
"I do drive, dear Little--I beg your pardon. And I think,
with a lesson now, I could get along. Now see here, Twenty-five
dollars while you are asleep and therfore not gilty if I take
your car from wherever you keep it. I'll leave it at the station
and you'll find it there in the morning."
Is it surprizing that I agreed and that I took the filthy
lucre? No. For I knew then that he would never get to the
station, and the reward of two hundred, plus the Twenty-five,
was already mine mentaly.
He learned to drive the Arab in but a short time, and I
took him to the shed and showed him where I hid the key. He said
he had never heard before of a girl owning a Motor and her
parents not knowing, and while we were talking there Tom Gray
went by in the station hack and droped somthing in the road.
When I went out to look _it was the key ring I had given
him_.
I knew then that all was over and that I was doomed to a
single life, growing more and more meloncholy until Death
releived my sufferings.
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