“Yes, but she may recover her reason at any time and give us away. The first time that I can get that cat Muriel off guard, I’ll put her out of the way for good. Our very lives depend upon it!”
Dopey seemed to reflect. He had grown stronger, more active, and his youth was making a brave fight against the enslavement of the deadly drug, in this healthier life and away from the poisoned air of the city, but nothing could ever make him look other than the vicious output of low life on the Bowery. His brow was low, his eyes small and shifty, his teeth yellow and irregular, and his mouth ugly and coarse. Much of the face was now hidden in a thick beard.
It seemed a curious thing that a man like Pierson, so neat and careful of his personal appearance, and so much above Dopey in intelligence, should choose a creature like Dopey for a companion, but he looked upon the degenerate as a tool in the commission of his crimes and, besides, even criminals appear to have a need of some confidential agent to whom to confide their plans. Dopey looked upon Pierson as a wonderful being, since he was capable of any crime, and always seemed to look the gentleman—even now, with the bushy beard that half hid his face. Dopey would follow Pierson’s lead to any length, but he was not capable of originating the plans that made Pierson seem so great to him.
Pierson stood restlessly awaiting the arrival of Muriel and Dora, with his eyes fairly blazing with hatred of the woman who had given up everything, that women hold dear, for him. She was an impediment now, and a constant menace. He must get rid of her somehow.
Muriel looked pale and tired, and her costume showed the effects of the long, dusty ride. But her every sense was alert to watch over and protect Dora, whom she was leading tenderly. Dora had lost some of her fresh young beauty, but there was something inexpressibly touching in her vacant stare and timid manner.
As they neared the hotel, Dora began to sing as she fondled a delicate wildflower in her hand.
“Tell me that you love me,
For that’s the sweetest story ever told”
sang the girl, and then she reverted to the song, after glancing curiously about her:
“Tell me that you love me,