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The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale?by Frank L. Packard

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Title: The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale
Author: Frank L. Packard
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THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF JIMMIE DALE
BY
FRANK L. PACKARD
1919

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I
SMARLINGHUE
II THE WARNING
III THE MAN WITH THE SCAR
IV THE DIAMOND PENDANT
V "DEATH TO THE GRAY SEAL!"
VI THE REHABILITATION OF LARRY THE BAT
VII THE BOND ROBBERY
VIII AT HALFPAST ONE
IX 'WARE THE WOLF!
X THE CHASE
XI THE VOICES OF THE UNDERWORLD
XII IN THE SANCTUARY
XIII THE SECRET ROOM
XIV THE LAST CARD
XV CAUGHT IN THE ACT
XVI ONE CHANCE IN TEN
XVII THE DEFAULTER
XVIII ALIAS ENGLISH DICK
XIX THE BEGINNING OF THE END
XX THE OLD-CLOTHES SHOP
XXI SILVER MAG
XXII THE TOCSIN'S STORY
XXIII HUNCHBACK JOE
XXIV AT FIVE MINUTES OF TWELVE

THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF JIMMIE DALE
CHAPTER I
SMARLINGHUE
A diminutive gas-jet's sickly, yellow flame illuminated the room with poverty-stricken inadequacy; high up on the wall, bordering the ceiling, the moonlight, as though contemptuous of its artificial competitor, streamed in through a small, square window, and laid a white, flickering path to the door across a filthy and disreputable rag of carpet; also, through a rent in the roller shade, which was drawn over a sort of antiquated French window that opened on a level with the floor and in line with the top-light, the moonlight disclosed a narrow and squalid courtyard without.
In one corner of the room stood a battered easel, while against the wall near it, and upon the floor, were a number of canvases of different sizes. A cot bed, unmade, its covers dirty and in disorder, occupied the wall space opposite the door. In the centre of the mean and uninviting apartment stood a table, its top littered with odds and ends, amongst which the remains of a meal, dishes and food, fraternised gregariously with a painter's palette, brushes and paint tubes. A chair or two, long since disabled, and a rickety washstand completed the appointments.
The moonlight's path across the floor wavered suddenly, the door opened, was locked again, and with a quick, catlike step a man moved along the side of the wall where the shadows lay thickest near the door, dropped on his knees, and began to fumble hurriedly with the base-board of the wall, pausing at every alternate second to listen intently.
A minute passed. A section of the base-board was lifted out, the man's hand was thrust inside--and emerged again with a large roll of banknotes. He turned his head for a quick glance around the room, his eyes, burning out of a gaunt, hollow-cheeked, pallid face, held on the torn window shade--and then, in almost frantic haste, he thrust the banknotes back inside the wall, and began to replace the base-board. But it was not the window shade, nor yet the courtyard without with which he was concerned--it was the sound of a heavy footstep outside the door.
And now the door was tried. The man on the floor, working with desperate energy to replace the base-board, coughed in an asthmatic, wheezing way, as there came the imperative smashing of a fist upon the door panels, coupled with a gruff, curt demand for admittance. Again the man coughed--to drown perhaps the slight rasping sound as the base-board slid back into place--and, rising to his feet, shuffled hastily to the door and unlocked it.
The door was flung violently open from without, a heavy-built, clean-shaven, sharp-featured man stepped into the room, slammed the door shut behind him, re-locked it, and swept a shrewd, inquisitive, suspicious glance about the place.
"It took you a damned long time to open that door, Mister Smarlinghue!" he said sharply.
The man addressed touched his lips with the tip of his tongue nervously, shrank back,