"And, to do that, it might be as well to remember a number
of things, one of which is that she is accustomed to the society of
gentlemen."
"All right, old dear," said Akers, without resentment.
"She hates her grandfather like poison," Doyle went on. "She doesn't
know it, but she does. A little education, and it is just possible--"
"Get Olga. I'm no kindergarten teacher."
"You haven't seen her in the light yet."
Louis Akers smiled and carefully settled his tie.
Like Doyle, Akers loved the game of life, and he liked playing for
high stakes. He had joined forces with Doyle because the game was
dangerous and exciting, rather than because of any real conviction.
Doyle had a fanatic faith, with all his calculation, but Louis
Akers had only calculation and ambition. A practicing attorney in
the city, a specialist in union law openly, a Red in secret, he
played his triple game shrewdly and with zest.
Doyle turned to go, then stopped and came back. "I was forgetting
something," he said, slowly. "What possessed you to take that Boyd
girl to the Searing Building the other night?"
"Who told you that?"
"Woslosky saw you coming out."
"I had left something there," Akers said sullenly.
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