“Shoot that man!”
There was the report of several rifles in quick succession, and the Bowery boy, who was now at the top of the great monumental stairs, fell dead. His body rolled to the bottom and lay there perfectly still.
CHAPTER XXXII. — L. P. M.
Almost beside himself, Lawrence resisted all of Edestone’s efforts to get him back into the elevator.
“You damn’ dirty Dutchman, I’ll pay you for this!” he yelled over his shoulder, as he struggled to break loose from the firm grip which held him, and get at the Count.
It was not a time to permit of argument. Overpowering him with his great strength, Edestone simply dragged him back, and flung him into a corner of the car, where he sat crying like a baby with uncontrollable rage.
After he had started the lift, however, Edestone went over and patted him soothingly on the shoulder.
“I am sorry, old man,” he said regretfully, “awfully sorry! He thought it was I, and I almost wish it had been.”