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Max slouched in the unresponsive company of a cigarette on one side of the car; across the aisle the mayor of Reuton leaned heavily above a card-table placed between two seats. He was playing solitaire. Mr. Magee wondered whether this was merely a display of bravado against scheming reformers, or whether Mr. Cargan found in it real diversion.
By this means Ortelius joined the Nile to the Zaire or Rio Congo, and the Vistula to the Wolga and the Dnieper. The inhabitants have great dogs, en los quales quando se mudan cargan su menage. See the maps of Hondius, and Paulo de Forlani.
He and Hayden disappeared through the dining-room door into the darkness. Cargan and Max followed close behind. Hot with excitement, Mr. Magee slipped from his place of concealment. A battle fit for the gods was in the air. He must be in the midst of it perhaps again in a three-cornered fight it would be the third party that would emerge victorious.
The world's in a worse tangle than ever before." "You feel deeply on the subject, Mr. Cargan," remarked Magee. "I ought to," the mayor replied. "I ain't no writer, but if I was, I'd turn out a book that would drive this whiskered hermit's argument to the wall. Woman bah! The only way women make trouble is by falling for the reform gag." Mr.
The others looked at him in wonder. "I heard steps up-stairs," he declared. "Nonsense," said Mr. Cargan, "you're dreaming. This peace and quiet has got to you, Bland." Without replying, Mr. Bland rose and ran up the stair. In his absence the Hermit of Baldpate spoke into Magee's ear.
This seemed to be Max's voice. "There sure is," laughed Cargan. "But what do I care? I own young Drayton. I put him where he is. I ain't afraid. Let them gumshoe round as much as they want to. They can't touch me." "Maybe not," said Bland. "But Baldpate Inn ain't the grand idea it looked at first, is it?" "It's a hell of an idea," answered Cargan. "There wasn't any need of all this folderol.
The consolidation would raise the value of the Suburban nearly two million dollars at the public's expense. Hayden had seen Cargan. Cargan had drafted Ordinance Number 45, and informed Hayden that his price for passing it through the council would be the sum you have juggled in your possession on Baldpate Mountain two hundred thousand dollars." "A mere trifle," remarked Magee sarcastically.
Crossing the veranda, he dropped down into the snow by the side of the great stone steps that led to Baldpate Inn's chief entrance. He heard Cargan and Max on the veranda just above his head. They were speaking of trains to Reuton. In great good humor, evidently, they started down the steps. Mr. Magee crouched, resolved that he would spring the moment they reached the ground.
"So Cargan made Hayden see. Through long experience in these matters the mayor has become careless. He is the thing above the law, if not the law itself. He would have had no fear in accepting this money on Main Street at midday. He had no fear when he came here and found he was being spied on. "But Hayden there was the difficulty that began the drama of Baldpate Inn.
The train began to move. "Get off yourself, you coward," sneered Cargan. "Oh, I know you. It doesn't take much to make your stomach shrink. Get off." Max eagerly seized his hat and bag. "I will, if you don't mind," he said. "See you later at Charlie's." And in a flash of tawdry attire, he was gone. The mayor of Reuton no longer sat limp in his seat.
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