"Why do you bring that evil, croaking thing here?" she demanded. "Have
we not enough risks?"
Sin Sin Wa smiled patiently.
"Too many," he murmured. "For failure is nothing but the taking of
seven risks when six were enough. Come--let us settle our affairs. The
'Jacobs' account is closed, but it is only a question of hours or days
before the police learn that the wharf as well as the house belongs to
someone of that name. We have drawn our last dollar from the traffic,
my wife. Our stock we are resigned to lose. So let us settle our
affairs."
"Smartest--smartest," croaked Tling-a-Ling, and rattled ghostly
castanets.
CHAPTER XXXIV
ABOVE AND BELOW
"Thank the guid God I see ye alive, Dan," said Mary Kerry.
Having her husband's dressing-gown over her night attire, and her
usually neat hair in great disorder, she stood just within the doorway
of the little dining-room at Spenser Road, her face haggard and the
fey light in her eyes. Kerry, seated in the armchair dressed as he had
come in from the street, a parody of his neat self with mud on his
shoes and streaks of green slime on his overall, raised his face from
his hands and stared at her wearily.
"I awakened wi' a cry at some hour afore the dawn," she whispered
stretching out her hands and looking like a wild-eyed prophetess of
old.
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