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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
Bradley grabbed the frenzied Marsh as he was about to run through the door.
renely. "Then. Mr. Durant, would you please inform Mr. Marsh what was the royalty arranged to be paid to this mysterious Rheinstrum?"
"Air. Durant, will you please request Mr. Bradley to confine himself to the object of this inquiry — the Sommers gun ?" Pinckney requested.
"I confess I see no bearing in your last questions, Mr. Bradley," Mr. Durant said, "upon the inquiry before us. Why do you ask for this private information now?"
"For Marsh's sake, Mr. Durant."
"But what has Marsh to do with what royalties I pay?"
"Marsh, you tell him !" Pinckney and Bradley spoke almost together.
"Why, nothing at all, sir," the little man answered.
"What, Marsh — nothing?" Bradleypersisted, as Pinckney glared at him triumphantly. "Would it mean nothing at all to you to know that Mr. Pinckney contracted, in Mr. Durant's name, to pay a royalty upon everyRheinstrum gun he makes of one thousand dollars a caliber inch?"
Marsh write anonymously, try to disguise his hand, and, just now, deny it?"
Neither Marsh nor Pinckney had any reply to make to this. Mr. Durant was observing them both curiously. Frances' fingers caught Dick's again, and closed over them.
"Oh, Dick — Dick !" she whispered.
"This is only about the gun — not the real charge, remember, Frances," Dick whispered back.
"Did you ever invent a gun, Marsh?" said Bradley suddenly.
"I ?" He considered. "Why, no, sir."
"What ! Then you are not the real inventor of the Rheinstrum gun, Marsh ?"
"Why, of course not, sir."
"Don't you know Rheinstrum prettywell, then?"
"No."
"Not at all?" "No."
"Has he never been at the works?" "Never."
"Have you ever known any one who knew him — except Mr. Pinckney?"
"Why do you except me, Bradley ?" Pinckney interposed before he thought.
"As you bound Mr. Durant to pay some thousands of dollars upon every Rheinstrum gun to this Rheinstrum, I assumed that you might properly have at least some slight personal acquaintance with the man, Air. Pinckney," Bradley rejoined. "Now answer me, Marsh !"
"No one, sir."
"Haven't you ever thought it at all strange. Marsh ?" the secret-service man suggested. "He has never been about himself; no one has seen him; and, more than that, no one in the office ever saw or heard of a letter or any kind of correspondence from this Rheinstrum !"
"Oh, I don't know," Marsh replied doubtfully.
"In spite of the tremendous royalties which he is to receive from these works ! Or don't you know what the royalties are to be, Marsh?"
"No. Marsh knows nothing of royalties," Pinckney replied quickly.
"Doesn't he?" Bradley inquired se