His face was coarse and red, and on it was a
look of vengeful triumph.
"Just the fellow I was lookin' for," said this person to Turl. "Good
evening, Mr. Murray Davenport! How about my bunch of money?"
The speaker, of course, was Bagley.
CHAPTER XVII.
BAGLEY SHINES OUT
"I beg pardon," said Turl, coolly, as if he had not heard aright.
"You needn't try to bluff _me_," said Bagley. "I've been on to your game
for a good while. You can fool some of the people, but you can't fool me.
I'm too old a friend, Murray Davenport."
"My name is Turl."
"Before I get through with you, you won't have any name at all. You'll
just have a number. I don't intend to compound. If you offered me my
money back at this moment, I wouldn't take it. I'll get it, or what's
left of it, but after due course of law. You're a great change artist,
you are. We'll see what another transformation'll make you look like.
We'll see how clipped hair and a striped suit'll become you."
Larcher glanced in sympathetic alarm at Turl; but the latter seemed
perfectly at ease.
"You appear to be laboring under some sort of delusion," he replied.
"Your name, I believe, is Bagley."
"You'll find out what sort of delusion it is. It's a delusion that'll go
through; it's not like your _ill_usion, as you call it--and very ill
you'll be--"
"How do you know I call it that?" asked Turl, quickly. "I never spoke of
having an illusion, in your presence--or till this evening.
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