The Adventures of Jimmie Dale eBook

Frank L. Packard
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about The Adventures of Jimmie Dale.

The Adventures of Jimmie Dale eBook

Frank L. Packard
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about The Adventures of Jimmie Dale.

“There was only one place where I was sure we would be safe.  I led him to the rear of the house and up the servants’ stairs, and to my boudoir.”

She broke off abruptly, and once more rose from her chair, and once more began to pace the room.  Back in his chair, Jimmie Dale, tense and motionless now, watched her without a word.

“It would take too long to tell you all that passed between us,” she went on hurriedly.  “The man was frankly a criminal—­but not to the extent of murder.  And in that respect, at least, he was honest with himself.  Almost the first words he said to me were:  ’Miss LaSalle, I am as good as a dead man if I am caught by the devils behind those two men downstairs.’  And then he began to plead with me to make my own escape.  He did not know who the man was that was posing as my uncle, had never seen him before until he presented himself as Henry LaSalle; the other man he knew as Clarke, but knew also that ‘Clarke’ was merely an assumed name.  He had fallen in with Clarke almost from the time that he had begun to practise his profession, and at Clarke’s instigation had gone from one crooked deal to another, and had made a great deal of money.  He knew that behind Clarke was a powerful, daring, and unscrupulous band of criminals, organised on a gigantic scale, of which he himself was, in a sense—­a probationary sense, as he put it—­a member; but he had never come into direct contact with them—­he had received all his orders and instructions through Clarke.  He had been told by Clarke that he was to cultivate father following the introduction, to win father’s confidence, to get as many of father’s affairs into his hands as possible, to reach the position, in fact, of becoming father’s recognised attorney—­and all this with the object, as he supposed of embezzling from father on a large scale.  Then father died, and Travers was instructed to cable my uncle.  He knew that the man who answered that summons was an impostor; but he did not know, until they had admitted it to him that night, that both my father and my uncle had been murdered, and that I, too, was to be made away with.”

She looked at Jimmie Dale, and suddenly laughed out bitterly.

“No; you don’t understand, even yet, the patient, ingenious deviltry of those fiends.  It was they, at the time the new will was drawn, who offered to buy out my real uncle’s sheep ranch in that lonely, unsettled district in Australia, and offered him that new position in New Zealand.  My uncle never reached New Zealand.  He was murdered on his way there.  And in his place, assuming his name, appeared the man who has been posing as my uncle ever since.  Do you begin to see!  For five years they were patiently working out their plans, for five years before my father’s death that man lived and became known and accepted, and established himself as Henry LaSalle.  Do you see now why he cabled us to postpone our visit?  He ran very little risk.  The chances were one

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