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"He won't sell," answered Markham. "I spoke to him." "Tell him to," said the director to Breede. "Tell him yourself," said Breede. "He said he wouldn't sell." "Um! Well, well!" said the director. "Exactly what I told him," remarked the conscientious Tully, who was present to take notes, "and he said to me, 'Mr.
He could have sworn that the eyes of Breede's daughter gleamed with cold anticipatory malice. He shuddered for Breede. And he wished Tommy Hollins well of his bargain. Flirt, indeed! All alike! "Chubbins!" called the unconscious father from afar. "Yes, Pops!" She gripped his hand with a well-muscled fervour. "Oh, he'll have another in a little while, don't you worry!"
He drew power from the old dead face that yet seemed so living. He was himself a wise and good king. No longer could he play the coward before trivial adversities. He would direct large affairs; he would live big. Never again would he be afraid of death or Breede or policemen or the mockery of his fellows or women!
And the dinner in town, where he had seemed to make an excellent impression, only that Mrs. Breede persisted in behaving as if the body was still upstairs and she must be brave, brave!
At what he judged to be four-thirty a spirited rap sounded on the door. "C'min," yelled Breede. Entered the flapper. Breede looked up. "Seddown! View of efforts bein' made b' cert'n parties t' s'cure 'trol of comp'ny by promise of creatin' stock script on div'dend basis, it is proper f'r d'rectors t' state policy has been " The flapper had sat down and was looking intently at Bean.
And Breede would know then that he was something more than a machine. On the whole, he felt sorry for Breede at times. Perhaps he would let him have a little of the baseball stock. So he sat and dreamed of his great past and of his brilliant future. Perhaps, after all, Bean as the blind poet had been not the least authentic of Balthasar's visions.
"The courts havin' decided," continued Breede, in staccato explosions, "that the 'quipment is nes'ry part of road, without which road would be tot'ly crippled, you will note these first moggige 'quipment bonds take pri'rty over first-moggige bonds, an' gov'n y'sef 'cordingly your ver' truly " He glanced up at Bean, contracted his brows to a black menace and emitted a final detonation.
Breede was at it again. He walked coolly to his desk for a note-book. Every one else in the office was showing nervousness. He was the only man who could still the troubled waters. He would play the waiting game; keep the future looking "bright and interesting." Breede could do the rest. "Buzz! Buzz-z-z-z! Buzz-z-z-z-z!" It sounded pretty vicious.
What time's 'at game called?" "Three," said Bean, still alarmed. Breede looked at his watch. "Jus' got time to make it." He arose from the desk. Bean arose. The flapper arose. "Take y' up in car," said Breede, most amazingly. Bean pulled his collar from about his suddenly constricted throat. "Letters!" He pointed to the note-book. "Have 'em ready Monday noon. C'mon! Two-thirty now."
He decided to go back as if nothing had happened. Let Breede do the talking, and if he talked rough, then tell him very simply that nothing of less consequence could be imagined. Continue to play the waiting game. That was it! He entered the office, humming lightly. He seemed to be annoyed by the people he found there.
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