How dare you? Get out of my house."
"Not so fast, my dear sir, until you understand my drift.
Throughout Club circles you and Mr. Van Cleft, with these other
cronies are sarcastically referred to as the Lobster Club. Did
you know that?"
Grimsby's face was purple with angry mortification, but Shirley
would not be gainsaid. "I am acting in this matter as a friend
of Howard Van Cleft," he continued. "Your three friends have met
their deaths at the hand of a cunning conspirator. Last night,
white I talked with you on the telephone, young Van Cleft was
receiving advice over another wire from a person who pretended to
be William Grimsby--advising him to hush the matter up and drop
the investigation. But--Captain Cronin the famous detective--has
received a tip that the number of victims would be increased very
soon--frankly, now: do you want to be the fourth?"
Grimsby's face changed to ashen gray, as he timidly clutched
Shirley's sleeve.
"Then cooperate with me. You understand now the nature of this
villain's work: to rob and assassinate his victim in the company
of a girl, so that this would endeavor to hush the scandal,
without reporting it to the police.
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