15/39 I'll be out of this slavery the very moment that Jack opens his guns. And he shall pay the last score, to the last stiver!" In a vain effort at self deception Randall Clayton avoided glancing at the art window where he had seen the mysterious beauty until he was abreast of it. But his beating heart told him already that she was not there. He paused a moment, once more to feast his eyes upon the picture which he proposed to order reserved for him on his return from the Astor Place Bank. It was gone! He started back in surprise as he saw the place of honor vacated. |