Arthur B. Reeve

Arthur B. Reeve

Summary

Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Social Gangster

De Guerre made no answer, save a hasty glance at Wade that did not carry with it an admission of smuggling.
"You mean to say, then, Mr. Kennedy," Margot demanded, "that while Rawaruska was smuggling in the big diamond of which you speak someone heard of it and deliberately murdered her?"
"Not too fast," cautioned Craig. "Think again before you use those words, 'deliberately murdered.' If it had been murder that was intended, how much more surely it might have been accomplished by more brutal methods—or by more scientific. No, murder was never deliberately intended."
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Social Gangster

Haynes nodded approvingly, glancing from one to the other of us.
"But," added Craig, as if he had built up a house of cards merely to demolish it, "I don't think that cyanogen was the cause of Delaney's death—although it furnished the clew."
"What could it have been, then?" demanded Haynes, his face clouding.
Kennedy looked at him calmly. "You've heard of anthrax?" he asked simply.
"Y-yes," replied Haynes, meeting his eye fixedly. "Murrain—the cattle disease."
"That is so deadly to human beings sometimes," added Craig.
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Social Gangster

Neither of those women has spoken a word since we started."
"You can hardly blame them," returned Kennedy.
Mrs. Murchie was still a handsome woman. She now carried herself with an air of assumed dignity. Amélie Guernsey had regained her color in the excitement of the ride and was, if anything, more beautiful than ever. But, as Broadhurst intimated, one could almost feel the frigidity of the atmosphere as the three women who had played such dramatic parts in Murchie's life sat there, trying to watch and, at the same time, avoid each other's gaze.
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