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Title: Constance Dunlap
Author: Arthur B. Reeve
Posting Date: March 3, 2010 [EBook #5261]
Release Date: March, 2004
First Posted: June 19, 2002
Last Updated: July 31, 2005
Language: English
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THE CRAIG KENNEDY SERIES
CONSTANCE DUNLAP
BY
ARTHUR B. REEVE
WITH FRONTISPIECE
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I THE FORGERS
II THE EMBEZZLERS
III THE GUN RUNNERS
IV THE GAMBLERS
V THE EAVESDROPPERS
VI THE CLAIRVOYANTS
VII THE PLUNGERS
VIII THE ABDUCTORS
IX THE SHOPLIFTERS
X THE BLACKMAILERS
XI THE DOPE FIENDS
XII THE FUGITIVES
CONSTANCE DUNLAP
CHAPTER I
THE FORGERS
There was something of the look of the hunted animal brought to bay at
last in Carlton Dunlap's face as he let himself into his apartment late
one night toward the close of the year.
On his breath was the lingering odor of whisky, yet in his eye and hand
none of the effects. He entered quietly, although there was no apparent
reason for such excessive caution. Then he locked the door with the
utmost care, although there was no apparent reason for caution about
that, either.
Even when he had thus barricaded himself, he paused to listen with all
the elemental fear of the cave man who dreaded the footsteps of his
pursuers. In the dim light of the studio apartment he looked anxiously
for the figure of his wife. Constance was not there, as she had been on
other nights, uneasily awaiting his return. What was the matter? His
hand shook a trifle now as he turned the knob of the bedroom door and
pushed it softly open.
She was asleep. He leaned over, not realizing that her every faculty
was keenly alive to his presence, that she was acting a part.
"Throw something around yourself, Constance," he whispered hoarsely
into her ear, as she moved with a little well-feigned start at being
suddenly wakened, "and come into the studio. There is something I
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