The Complete Mysteries of Mr. Tutt. Arthur Cheney Train

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her "Sammy" him within hearing of the office force. And just then Miss Wiggin passed by with her nose slightly in the air.

      "What a perfectly wonderful idea!" went on Mrs. Allison rapturously. "A perfectly wonderful idea!"

      Then she smiled a strange, mysterious, significant smile that almost tore Tutt's heart out by the roots.

      "Listen, Sammy," she whispered, with a new light in those beautiful eyes. "I want five thousand dollars."

      "Five?" repeated Tutt simply. "I thought you wanted ten thousand!"

      "Only five from you, Sammy!"

      "Me!" he gagged.

      "You—dearest!"

      Tutt turned blazing hot; then cold, dizzy and sea-sick. His sight was slightly blurred. Slowly he groped for the door and closed it cautiously.

      "What—are—you—talking about?" he choked, though he knew perfectly well.

      Georgie had thrown herself back in the leather chair by his desk and had opened her gold mesh-bag.

      "About five thousand dollars," she replied with the careful enunciation of a New England school-mistress.

      "What five thousand dollars?"

      "The five you're going to hand me before I leave this office, Sammy darling," she retorted dazzlingly.

      Tutt's head swam and he sank weakly into his swivel chair. It was incredible that he, a veteran of the criminal bar, should have been so tricked. Instantly, as when a reagent is injected into a retort of chemicals and a precipitate is formed leaving the previously cloudy liquid like crystal, Tutt's addled brain cleared. He was caught! The victim of his own asininity. He dared not look at this woman who had wound him thus round her finger, innocent as he was of any wrongdoing; he was ashamed to think of his wife.

      "My Lord!" he murmured, realizing for the first time the depth of his weakness.

      "Oh, it isn't as bad as that!" she laughed. "Remember you were going to charge Oaklander ten thousand. This costs you only five. Special rates for physicians and lawyers!"

      "And suppose I don't choose to give it to you?" he asked.

      "Listen here, you funny little man!" she answered in caressing tones that made him writhe. "You'd stand for twenty if I insisted on it. Oh, don't jump! I'm not going to. You're getting off easy—too easy. But I want to stay on good terms with you. I may need you sometime in my business. Your certified check for five thousand dollars—and I leave you."

      She struck a match and started to light a tiny gold-tipped cigarette.

      "Don't!" he gasped. "Not in the office."

      "Do I get the five thousand?"

      He ground his teeth, not yet willing to concede defeat.

      "You silly old bird!" she said. "Do you know how many times you've had me down here in your office in the last three weeks? Fifteen. How many times you've taken me out to lunch? Ten. How often you've called me on the telephone? Eighty-nine How many times you've sent me flowers? Twelve. How many letters you've written me? Eleven! Oh, I realize they're typewritten, but a photograph enlargement would show they were typed in your office. Every typewriter has its own individuality, you know. Your clerks and office boy have heard me call you Sammy. Why, every time you've moved with me beside you someone has seen you. That's enough, isn't it? But now, on top of all that, you go and hand me exactly what I need on a gold plate."

      He gazed at her stupidly.

      "Why, if now you don't give me that check I shall simply go up to the Biltmore and register as Mrs. Samuel Tutt. I shall take a room and stay there until you offer me a proper inducement to move on." She giggled delightedly. "It's marvelous—absolutely safe," she quoted. "They can't touch me. You'll come across inside of two hours. If you don't a word to the reporters will start things in the right direction."

      "Don't!" he groaned. "I must have been crazy. That was simply blackmail!"

      "That's exactly what it was!" she agreed. "There aren't any letters except these typewritten ones, or photographs, or any evidence at all, but you're going to give me five thousand dollars just the same. Just so that your wife won't know what a silly old fool you've been. Where's your check book, Sam?"

      Tutt pulled out the bottom drawer of his desk and slowly removed his personal check book. With his fountain pen in his hand he paused and looked at her.

      "Rather than give you another cent I'd stand the gaff," he remarked defiantly.

      "I know it," she answered. "I looked you up before I came here the first time. You are good for exactly five thousand dollars."

      Tutt filled out the check to cash and sent Willie across the street to the bank to have it certified. The sun was just sinking over the Jersey shore beyond the Statue of Liberty and the surface of the harbor undulated like iridescent watered silk. The clouds were torn into golden-purple rents, and the air was so clear that one could look down the Narrows far out to the open sea. Standing there by the window Mrs. Allison looked as innocently beautiful as the day Tutt had first beheld her. After all, he thought, perhaps the experience had been worth the money.

      Something of the same thought may have occurred to the lady, for as she took the check and carefully examined the certification she remarked with a distinct access of cordiality: "Really, Sammy, you're quite a nice little man. I rather like you."

      Tutt stood after she had gone watching the sunset until the west was only a mass of leaden shadows Then, strangely relieved, he took his hat and started out of the office. Somewhat to his surprise he found Miss Wiggin still at her desk.

      "By the way," she remarked casually as he passed her, "what shall I charge that check to? The one you just drew to cash for five thousand dollars?"

      "Charge it to life insurance," he said shortly.

      He felt almost gay as he threaded his way through the crowds along Broadway. Somehow a tremendous load had been lifted from his shoulders He would no longer be obliged to lead a sneaking, surreptitious existence. He felt like shouting with joy now that he could look the world frankly in the face. The genuine agony he had endured during the past three weeks loomed like a sickness behind him. He had been a fool—and there was no fool like an old one. Just let him get back to his old Abigail and there'd be no more wandering-boy business for him! Abigail might not have the figure or the complexion that Georgie had, but she was a darn sight more reliable. Henceforth she could have him from five p.m. to nine a.m. without reserve. As for kicking over the traces, sowing wild oats and that sort of thing, there was nothing in it for him. Give him Friend Wife.

      He stopped at the florist's and, having paid a bill of thirty-six dollars for Georgie's flowers, purchased a double bunch of violets and carried them home with him. Abigail was watching for him out of the window. Something warm rushed to his heart at the sight of her. Through the lace curtains she looked quite trim.

      "Hello, old girl!" he cried, as she opened the door. "Waiting for me, eh? Here's a bunch of posies for you."

      And he kissed her on the cheek.

      "That's more than I ever did to Georgie," he said to himself.

      "Why, Samuel!" laughed Abigail

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