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      Pale and agitated, with nerves unstrung by the life he had been leading, Hazleton listened. And as Kennedy hammered one fact after another home, he clenched his fists until the nails dug into his very palms.

      "The scoundrels," he ground out, as Kennedy finished by painting the picture of the brave little broken-hearted woman fighting off she knew not what, and the golden-haired, innocent baby stretching out his arms in glee at the very chance to prove that he was what he was. "The scoundrels--take me to Maudsley now. I must see Maudsley. Quick!"

      As we pulled up before the door of the reconstructed stable- studio, Kennedy jumped out. The door was unlocked. Up the broad flight of stairs, Hazleton went two at a time. We followed him closely.

      Lying on the divan in the room that had been the scene of so many orgies, locked in each other's arms, were two figures--Veronica Haversham and Dr. Maudsley.

      She must have gone there directly after our visit to Dr. Klemm's, must have been waiting for him when he returned with his story of the exposure to answer her fears of us as Mrs. Hazleton's detectives. In a frenzy of intoxication she must have flung her arms blindly about him in a last wild embrace.

      Hazleton looked, aghast.

      He leaned over and took her arm. Before he could frame the name, "Veronica!" he had recoiled.

      The two were cold and rigid.

      "An overdose of heroin this time," muttered Kennedy.

      My head was in a whirl.

      Hazleton stared blankly at the two figures abjectly lying before him, as the truth burned itself indelibly into his soul. He covered his face with his hands. And still he saw it all.

      Craig said nothing. He was content to let what he had shown work in the man's mind.

      "For the sake of--that baby--would she--would she forgive?" asked Hazleton, turning desperately toward Kennedy.

      Deliberately Kennedy faced him, not as scientist and millionaire, but as man and man.

      "From my psychanalysis," he said slowly, "I should say that it IS within your power, in time, to change those dreams."

      Hazleton grasped Kennedy's hand before he knew it.

      "Kennedy--home--quick. This is the first manful impulse I have had for two years. And, Jameson--you'll tone down that part of it in the newspapers that Junior--might read--when he grows up?"

      THE END

      The Social Gangster

       Table of Contents

       I. The Social Gangster

       II. The Cabaret Rouge

       III. The Fox Hunt

       IV. The Tango Thief

       V. The “The Dansant”

       VI. The Serum Diagnosis

       VII. The Diamond Queen

       VIII. The Anesthetic Vaporizer

       IX. The Twilight Sleep

       X. The Sixth Sense

       XI. The Infernal Machines

       XII. The Submarine Bell

       XIII. The Super-Toxin

       XIV. The Secret Agents

       XV. The Germ of Anthrax

       XVI. The Sleepmaker

       XVII. The Inter-Urban Handicap

       XVIII. The Toxin of Fatigue

       XIX. The X-Ray Detective

       XX. The Mechanical Connoisseur

       XXI. The Radiograph Witness

       XXII. The Absolute Zero

       XXIII. The Vacuum Bottle

       XXIV. The Solar Plexus

       XXV. The Demon Engine

       XXVI. The Electrolysis Clew

       XXVII. The Perpetual Motion Machine

       XXVIII. The Cancer House

       XXIX. The Quack Doctors

       XXX. The Filterable Virus

       XXXI. The Voodoo Mystery

       XXXII. The Fluoriscine Test

       XXXIII. The Respiration Calorimeter

       XXXIV. The Evil Eye

       XXXV. The Buried Treasure

       XXXVI. The Weed of Madness

      Chapter I

      The Social Gangster

       Table of Contents

      "I'm so worried over Gloria, Professor Kennedy, that I hardly know what I'm doing."

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