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arrested." "He tried to shoot--himself?" she asked. "I don't believe he knows what he tried to do. Hurry, please." As she went out, he turned to Marie. "Help madame into her room," he ordered. Madame did not want to go; but Monte impatiently grasped one arm and Marie the other, so madame went. Then he came back to Hamilton. "Madame has sent for the police. Do you understand?" "Yes," Hamilton answered dully. "And I have sent for a taxi. It depends on which gets here first whether you go to jail or not," said Monte. Then he sat down in a chair, because his knees were beginning to feel weak.
The Allen House

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Marjory was back in a minute, and when she came in Monte was on his feet again. "It's at the door," she said. At the sound of her voice Hamilton seemed to revive; but Monte had him instantly by the arm. "Come on," he ordered. He shoved the boy ahead a little as he passed Marjory, and turning, drew the revolver from his pocket. He did not dare take it with him, because he knew that in five minutes he would be unable to use it. Hamilton, on the other hand, might not be. He shoved it into her hand. "Take it upstairs and hide it," he said. "Be careful with it." "You're coming back here?" she asked quickly. She thought his cheeks were very white. "I can't tell," he answered. "But--don't worry." He hurried Hamilton down the steps and pushed him into the car. "To the Hotel Normandie," he ordered the driver, as he stumbled in