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Skinner in!" he commanded. Presently Mr. Skinner came, and again Cappy eyed him over the tops of his spectacles; again the terrible silence. Skinner commenced to fidget. "Skinner," began Cappy impressively, "how often have I got to tell you not to interfere with the shipping? Tut, tut! Not a peep out of you, sir not a peep!
Cappy, suspecting he might attempt something of the sort and desiring to verify his suspicions, went home from the office early that day, and from his hiding place behind the window drapes in his drawing room he observed a taxicab draw up in front of his residence at six o'clock.
"Confound you!" rasped Cappy Ricks. "You're so headstrong, you'll jam things up yet if you don't listen to me." "But you'll have to send somebody Redell doesn't know." "That doesn't matter at all. Now, son, will you listen to me? I'll attend to the money and I'll also frame this entire deal. Is Miss Keenan in the office you know Skinner's stenographer?" "Yes, sir."
"Captain Peasley to see you, sir," he said. "Show the infernal fellow in," rasped Cappy, and Matt Peasley stalked into the room. "I should like to see you privately, Mr. Ricks," he announced, and cast a significant glance at Skinner, who took the hint and left the room at once. Matt sat down.
He had to ask Mr. Skinner which made Skinner an important individual. With the passage of five years the general manager was high and low justice in Cappy's offices, and had mastered the not-too-difficult art of dominating his employer, for Cappy seldom seriously disagreed with those he trusted. He saved all his fighting force for his competitors.
"Tomorrow morning," he promised hoarsely, "I'll beat you to death with the stump of my left arm, you miserable, cold-blooded, lazy, shiftless slacker." He called up Cappy Ricks' residence next, and asked for Captain Matt Peasley, who, he knew, made his home with his father-in-law. Matt Peasley came to the telephone and listened sympathetically to Peck's tale of woe.
You cannot mix sentiment and business, daughter; if you do you'll get chaos. Matt Peasley surrendered to me not because he wanted to, but to please you. You've been picking on him rather hard lately, haven't you?" Florry admitted it. "I knew it," Cappy declared. "I knew it and that's why I exercised the veto on you, Florry."
In these little matters one might as well be courteous, and I should hate to have the Tillicum acquire a reputation for being cheap and inhospitable." "You dirty dog!" cried Cappy Ricks hoarsely. "Really, my dear Peasley, this matter has passed beyond the joke stage," Mr. Skinner began suavely. "Let me get along with my story," said he. "The worst is yet to come. My attorney informs me "
The West Coast Trading Company, under which title Live Wire Luiz and J. Augustus Redell did a lumber brokerage business with Mexico, Central American and South American countries principally, had Cappy Ricks' entire confidence, although he would have died rather than admit this.
Skinner, my boy, if you ever lose your punch you'll know just how much I'm suffering. As Live Wire Luiz would say: 'I die weeth dee-light!" Three months later Cappy Ricks sat alone in his office, his feet on his desk, his old head bowed on his breast. Apparently he was having a gentle snooze. Suddenly he sat up with the suddenness of a jack-in-the-box and stepped to the door leading to Mr.
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