Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
"Young man," replied Cargan, "if you've ever put up at a hotel in a town the size of this, called the Commercial House, you know that last question has just one answer manslaughter. I heard a minister say once that all drummers are bound for hell. If they are, it'll be a pleasant change for 'em." Mr.
"Of course he did," replied Cargan. "But that's what they all say." "He intends to keep his word." The mayor of Reuton slid into the shadows. "To think he'd do this thing to me," he whined. "After all I've done for him." "As I was saying, Mr. Magee," continued the professor, "Mr. Kendrick and I came up here to secure this package of money as evidence against Cargan and the man above.
"And stay there," he demanded. The lieutenant demurred. One look from the mayor sent him scurrying. Mr. Cargan took from his pocket a big cigar, and calmly lighted it. "Some of them guys out there," he remarked to Magee, "belong to the Sunday-school crowd. Pretty actions for them pillars of the church howling like beasts."
"Yes, they sent Napoleon to an island at the end. And him without an equal since the world began." "Is your begging your pardon is your history just straight?" demurred Professor Bolton timidly. "Is it?" frowned Cargan. "You can bet it is. I know Napoleon from the cradle to the grave.
He crossed the swaying platform and disappeared into the other car. For a moment the professor and Magee gazed after him, and then without a word moved down the car to join Cargan and Max. Magee's mind was dazed by the tragedy he had witnessed. "A pleasant thing to think about " He did not envy Kendrick his thoughts. The mayor of Reuton had pushed aside the cards and lighted a huge cigar.
Cargan, the blackness of the kettle always has annoyed the pot. Do not be afraid," he added to the girl. "Every gentleman in this room is to spend the evening with me. You will not be annoyed in any way." He looked around the menacing circle. "Go," he said, "and may the gods of the mountain take care of you."
Cargan, evidently on a favorite topic, "it's the reformers that have caused all the trouble, from that snake down. Things are running smooth, folks all prosperous and satisfied then they come along in their gum shoes and white neckties. And they knock away at the existing order until the public begins to believe 'em and gives 'em a chance to run things. What's the result?
I'll show Drayton he can't play this game on me. I'll show the Star. That dirty sheet has hounded me for years. I'll put it out of business. And I'll send the reformers howling into the alleys, sick of the fuss they started themselves." "Perhaps," said Professor Bolton. "But only after the fight of your life, Cargan." "I'm ready for it," cried Cargan. "I ain't down and out yet.
"We had an excellent breakfast at Mrs. Quimby's. Really, you should have stayed. By the way, where is Bland?" "Got shaky in the knees," said Cargan. "Afraid of the reformers. Ain't had much experience in these things, or he'd know he might just as well tremble at the approach of a blue-bottle fly. We put him on a train going the other direction from Reuton early this morning.
Mr. Peters appeared with another variety of his canned soup, whereupon the silence was broken by the gastronomic endeavors of Mr. Max and the mayor. Mr. Magee was reflecting that conversation must be encouraged, when Cargan suddenly spoke. "I hope I ain't putting you folks out none," he remarked with obvious sarcasm. "It ain't my habit to drop in unexpected like this. But business "
Word Of The Day
Others Looking