“I’ve never had anything in my life. Nothing but money and show; superficial things. Before I die I must have something real… something real…” “You’re not so innocent as you’re making out! You can see how it is with me. You can see that I’m mad about Sieg!” She began to sob tempestuously. It was dreadful to see the exquisite Sandra brought so low. “Well, there was Letty. And Queenie Deane. And I’m thinking of what Blondy told me. Sieg was Blondy’s hero. All the girls fell for Sieg, Blondy said.” “I agree,” said Lee, just as offhanded, “but do you think Sieg is the right one to make them work? I can’t see it. Sieg will sack the men and chuck the girls under their chins…”

• Lee saw Sieg Ammon regarding the gold plates with a glistening eye, and wondered if the young man contemplated slipping one in his pocket.
• “Sometimes you display almost human intelligence! I’ll ask him for Monday night.”
• “Such hats are hardly worth a dime a dozen. How would I know what became of any one of them? I have a closet full of old hats in the back of the shop.”
• When he returned, his serene old face gave nothing away.

Sam had Sieg framed and sent to Sing Sing. I hated him then for what he did to Sieg, but I couldn’t let on. I had to make believe to be friends with him just the same as before. I was well paid at El Mirador, much more than I could earn anywhere else. I needed the extra money so I could send some to Sieg every week to buy him little comforts in prison. “God knows I’ve had plenty of time to think over what you already told me,” said Blondy, “but I can’t offer any help.” When the next day came around upon which Blondy Farren was privileged to receive a visitor, Lee had himself driven up to Sing Sing Prison. On earlier occasions, Ann Brooke had gone. Ann had found herself a temporary job in New York in order to remain within traveling distance of the prison. Summer was in full tide now and Lee, on the way up, as the road gave him glimpses of the river, thought he had never seen such golden sunshine, sky and water so blue, nor such an unparalleled richness of verdure.

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He had known Sandra to do many foolish things in her time, but surely, surely she could not so entirely have taken leave of her senses as to look on Sieg Ammon as a possible husband. They tore through the downtown streets in the Inspector’s big red car to the accompaniment of a shrieking siren. Obstructions melted out of their path. It was close on noon when they entered the magistrate’s court. His honor interrupted the current case long enough to lend the Inspector his ear. At Loasby’s first words he shook his head. So my life was just one lie after another. Please, Mr. Mappin, don’t ever let Sieg see this. I could stand it all right as long as I had Sieg, but after Sieg was fired from El Mirador, often I wished I was dead.

“A couple of long black hairs,” said Lee, carefully stowing them away. “The microscope, I believe, will reveal that they are dyed.” Even during the few weeks the house had been running, a certain amount of litter had accumulated in the cellar; crates, boxes, baskets and other miscellany. In the middle, an old-fashioned coal-burning furnace rose out of a shallow pit. In the front of the cellar coalbins, still partly full, extended out under the street. They could be filled from a manhole in the sidewalk. At the other end, a wooden partition had been built across from wall to wall with a door in it having a hasp and staple. “So it might appear at first glance,” said Lee, “but upon thinking it over, if Soup had left the door open for this purpose, it doesn’t seem likely he would carry on a noisy quarrel with his wife on the subject for an hour afterward.” Lee climbed on the case and looked over the fence. The yard of Hope House was a model of neatness. Still standing around were the evergreens in tubs that Sandra had had placed there. A strange thought was taking shape in Lee’s mind.