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Jane leaned back in his dark green leather arm-chair, her feet on a footstool, her hands gripping the arms on either side. The doctor sat at his table, in the round pivot-chair he always used, a chair which enabled him to swing round suddenly and face a patient, or to turn away very quietly and bend over his table. Just now he was not looking at Jane.
But the Red Butte proposition asks for more; for something that I can't give it. Stuart, there is a yellow streak in me that you seem never to have discovered. I am a coward." The ghost of an incredulous smile wrinkled about the tired eyes of the big man in the pivot-chair. "You put it with your usual exactitude," he assented slowly; "I hadn't discovered it."
Bring 'em up here with a sharp turn and no laying back, and you be here so I can find out what every man has been at in the last quarter of an hour you know what this means." We sat down at the table, Riggs at the end in a pivot-chair swung toward the door of the passage. He took off his glasses and wiped them in an officious manner, and sent Rajah for a pad of paper and a pencil.
The grave-eyed man who had borrowed Superintendent Leckhard's pivot-chair nodded intelligence. "That is what you have been saying, with variations, for the last half-hour. Why?" "Because the job asks for gifts that I don't possess. At the present moment the Red Butte Western is the most hopelessly demoralized three hundred miles of railroad west of the Rockies.
The general manager, a sallow, heavy-visaged man who might have passed in a platform gathering for a retired manufacturer or a senator from the Middle West, swung in his pivot-chair to welcome the incomer. "Glad to see you, MacMorrogh. Sit down. What's the news from New York?" The contractor found a chair; drew it close to the general manager's desk, and filled it.
Still with unexplainable amiability the Superintendent whirled back into place in her pivot-chair and with her left hand which had all this time been rummaging busily in a lower desk drawer proffered Rae Malgregor a small fold of paper. "Here, my dear," she said. "Here's a sedative for you. Take it at once. It will quiet you perfectly.
Then, when you get things fixed, wire me one word to Twin Buttes. Just say 'Yes, and sign your name to it. That'll be enough." For a long half-hour after the president of the Twin Buttes Lumber Company and its allied corporations had closed the door of the private office behind him, Blount sat rocking gently in his pivot-chair.
Gridley's pivot-chair righted itself with a snap. But he waited until the off-trick man was gone before he said, "Lidgerwood! Well, by all the gods!" then, with a laugh that was more than half a snarl, "There is a chance for you yet, Rankin." "Why, do you know him?" "No, but I know something about him. I've got a line on New York, the same as you have, and I get a hint now and then.
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