Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III THE MOTHER LODE T was the following evening, and they had dined together again at the St. James ClubJimmie Dale, and Car- ruthers of the Morning News-Argus. From Clayton and a discussion of the Metzer murder, the conversation had turned, not illogically, upon the physiognomy of criminals in general. Jimmie Dale, lazily ensconced now in a lounging chair in one of the club's private library rooms, flicked a minute speck of cigar ash from the sleeve of his dinner jacket, and smiled whimsically across the table at his friend. " Oh, I dare say there's a lot in physiognomy, Carruthers," he drawled. " Never studied the thing, you knowthat is, from the standpoint of crime. Personally, I've only got one prejudice: I distrust, on principle, the man who wears a perennial and pompous smirkwhich isn't, of course, strictly speaking, physiognomy at all. You see, a man can't help his eyes being beady or his nose pronounced, but pomposity and a smirk, now " Jimmie Dale shrugged his shoulders. Carruthers laughedand then glanced ludicrously at Jimmie Dale, as the door, ajar, was pushed open, and a man entered. " Speaking of angels," murmured Jimmie Daleand sat up in his chair. " Hello, Markel!" he observed casually. " You've met Carruthers, of the News-Argus, haven't you ? " Markel was fat and important; he had beady black eyes, fastidiously trimmed whiskersand a pronounced smirk. Markel blew his nose vigorously, coughed asthmatically, and held out his hand. " Of course, certainly," said he effusively. " I've metCarruthers several timesused his sheet more than once to advertise a new bond flotation." The dominant note in Markel's voice was an ingratiating and unpleasant whine, and Carruthers nodded, not very cordiallyand shook hands. Markel went b...
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