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But that violence, open, deadly, was imminent, foreshadowed by Dorgan's word, every man knew, and all sat tense and pale, awaiting Randerson's reply. They knew, these men, that it was not Randerson's way to force trouble that he would avoid it if he could do so without dishonor. But could he avoid it now?
There was nothing but his unsupported word that he had not been in such groups to counterbalance the existence of the actual pictures themselves, on the surface a graphic clincher to Dorgan's story.
I felt like the Princess Princess Nancy Olden come to wake the Sleeping Beauty; some dude it'd be that would have curly hair like Tom Dorgan's, and would wear clothes like my friend Latimer's, over in Brooklyn. Can you see me there, standing on one leg like a stork, ready to lie or to fly at the first sound? Well, the first sound didn't come. Neither did the second.
You reaped the profits through your dirty agent, Ike the Dropper, and those over him, even the police you controlled. Dr. Harris, Marie Margot, all are your tools and the worst of them all is this man Martin Ogleby!" Dorgan's face was livid.
You've stood it about as long as you can, when you notice signs of life across the street. Three men carrying satchels are steering for the depot. Dorgan's dray is rattling down the street. Dorgan's dray would make a cheerful noise if it was the last sound on earth. Little flocks and groups of people begin plodding across the square. You know them all.
"They're all down at the Verandah," replied the barkeeper, passing a cloth over the satiny wood of the bar. "Dorgan's got a girl tending bar. Pays her some ungodly wages; and he's getting all the crowd. He'd better make the most of it while it lasts. She won't stay a week." "Why not?" I asked curiously. "Married; sure," replied the barkeeper briefly.
Much fire-wa whiskey," said Injun, suddenly remembering his education. His object had been to "get" Dorgan. His plan had been to watch Monty. The plan had worked. That was all he knew. "Come, we've lost time enough," said Mr. Sherwood. "Two of you fellows will have to ride double. One take Injun, the other Dorgan. Injun, you take Dorgan's gun, and if he makes a break, plug him."
But if Dorgan's cow shud stand up on her hind legs, kick over the bucket, chase Dorgan out iv th' lot, put on a khaki unyform, grab hold of a Mauser rifle an' begin shootin' at me, I wudden't be more surprised thin I am at th' idee iv Japan bein' wan iv th' nations iv th' wurruld. I don't see what th' subjick races got to kick about, Hinnissy. We've been awfully good to thim.
But that was in the days before Dorgan had acquired a country place on Long Island and a taste for golf and expensive motors. Now, in his way, Dorgan was quite as fastidious as any of those he had once affected to despise. It amused Langhorne. But it had not furthered his ambitions of being taken into the inner circle of Dorgan's confidence.
Murtha, Dorgan's right-hand man, naturally is alarmed and doesn't want her name to appear in this thing." "Oh it is terrible terrible," Mrs. Ogleby chimed in in great agitation. "I don't care about anything else. But, my reputation it will be ruined if they connect my name with the case. As soon as I heard of it I thought of you, Mr. Carton. I came here immediately.
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