Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXVII The Science Of Ex-roundsman Mccarty "X7"ES, I killed her." There was no bitterness now in the swarthy face, only a deep content. "She * knew it was comin' to her, for I tried to get her last spring, but it didn't work. I wasn't going to botch it the next time." Dan Accolini lounged carelessly on a bench in the private room at headquarters, eying McCarty with a frank and not unfriendly gaze. It was evident that the first futile struggle over, he bore his captor no ill-will, but accepted the situation with a philosophy of his own as a mere part of the game. "She was the cleverest skirt in the business," he went on reflectively. "If she'd stuck to me she would have been a topliner on the flyin' rings to-day, but she wasn't square. I just had to croak her, Mac, there was nothin' to it. Don't mind my callin' you 'Mac, ' like I heard the boys outside; it'll be all the same in a little while from now." "Sure, that's all right," McCarty nodded. "Go on." He pulled the inevitable cigar from his pocket and offered it tentatively but the other shook his head. "I don't mind tellin' you. You're a good feller, Mac, and I kind of want to get it all off my chest to somebody that maybe will understand. For I loved her! I loved that little girl with all that was in me, and I did for her because there was nothin' else left for me. "I don't hold it against you that you pulled me in; you're all right, you and that other guy, Riordan, to dope out how I turned the trick. There ain't another performer on the flyin' trapeze to-day could have done what I did. You not bein' in that line of work yourself can't begin to get it through your head what stunt it was, danglin' there between heaven and earth on a wisp of rope that the least..."