Prev | Current Page 303 | Next

Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"


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.


Pages:
291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315
906 brak hosta 906 system wymiany linkow no host