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There will be a limit to our guests." "What I'm getting at is," replied Mr. Peters, "there's a limit to my endurance." Mr. Bland came down-stairs. His face was very pale as he took his seat, but in reply to Cargan's question he remarked that he must have been mistaken. "It was the wind, I guess," he said. The mayor made facetious comment on Mr. Bland's "skittishness", and Mr.
Magee opened the card-room door farther, and saw the figure of the stranger Hayden confronting the mayor. Mr. Cargan's title of exquisite best described him. The newcomer was tall, fair, fastidious in dress and manner. A revolver gleamed in his hand. "Joe," he said firmly, "take me to that money at once." "It's out here," replied Bland.
It may mean the discovery of a serum it may mean so cruel a thing as the blighting of another's life romance." She gazed steadily at the stolid Cargan. "It may mean putting an end forever to those picturesque parades past the window of the little room on Main Street the room where the boys can always find the mayor of Reuton." Still she gazed steadily into Cargan's eyes.
"Think so?" inquired Magee. "Know it," returned the mayor heartily. "So you're out after old Jim Cargan's scalp again, are you? I thought that now, seeing stories on the corruption of the courts is so plentiful, you'd let the shame of the city halls alone for a while. But well, I guess I'm what you guys call good copy. Big, brutal, uneducated, picturesque you see I read them stories myself.
Magee noted. She had reached the inn on the morning of the day when the combination was to be phoned. Bland was already there, shortly after came the mayor and Max. "You got to get me out of this," Magee heard Max pleading over Cargan's shoulder. "Keep still!" replied the mayor roughly. He was reading his copy of the Star with keen interest now. "I've done your dirty work for years," whined Max.
Opposite him, at the foot of the table, he could see the lined tired face of Mrs. Norton, dazed, uncomprehending, a little frightened. At his right the great red acreage of Cargan's face held defiance and some amusement; beside it sneered the cruel face of Max; beyond that Mr. Bland's countenance told a story of worry and impotent anger. And on Mr.
Hayden heard that the courts would issue an injunction making Ordinance Number 45 worthless. So, although the council obeyed Cargan's instructions and passed the bill, Hayden refused to give the mayor the combination." The old man paused and shook his head wonderingly. "Then melodrama began in dead earnest," he continued.
Anyhow, I got the bundle all right, all right. I wonder what the little fossil wants with it." "The Doc's glasses was broke," said Max, evidently to the mayor of Reuton. "Um-m," came Cargan's voice. "Bland, how much do you make working for this nice kind gentleman, Mr. Hayden?" "Oh, about two thousand a year, with pickings," replied Bland. "Yes?" went on Mr. Cargan.
Cargan's unasked question, he said: "I'm going up the mountain presently to reason with our striking cook." "You ain't going to leave this inn, Magee," said the mayor. "Not even to bring back a cook. Come, Mr. Cargan, be reasonable. You may go with me, if you suspect my motives." They went out into the hall, and Mr.
The story was seldom told without a mention of his man Max Lou Max who kept the south end of Reuton in line for the mayor, and in that low neighborhood of dives and squalor made Cargan's a name to conjure with. Watching him now, Mr. Magee marveled at this cheap creature's evident capacity for loyalty. "It was the reformers got Napoleon," the mayor finished.
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