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We have decided to drop them altogether, and just to take it for granted that, in the words of the song, we're here because we're here." "All right," replied Cargan, evidently relieved. "That suits me. I'm tired explaining, anyhow. There's a bunch of reformers rose up lately in Reuton maybe you've heard about 'em. A lovely bunch. A white necktie and a half-portion of brains apiece.
"The more reason," replied Hayden, "for getting the money and leaving at once. I'm not afraid of you, Cargan. I'm armed." "I ain't," sneered the mayor. "But no exquisite from your set with his little air-gun ever scared me. You try to get away from here with that bundle and you'll find yourself all tangled up in the worst scrap that ever happened." "Where's the money, Joe?" asked Hayden.
Filling the door leading to the outer room, he beheld the cause of his awakening the mayor of Reuton. Mr. Cargan regarded him with the cold steely eye of a Disraeli in action, but when he spoke he opened the jaws of a cocktail mixer. "Well, young fellow," he remarked, "it seems to me it was time you got up and faced the responsibilities of the day.
Peters here interrupted with the dessert, and through that course Mr. Cargan elaborated on his theory. He pointed out how, in many states, reform had interrupted the smooth flow of life, set everything awhirl, and cruelly sent "the boys" who had always been faithful out into the cold world seeking the stranger, work.
They say they're going to do for me at the next election." Mr. Max laughed harshly from the vicinity of his soup. "They wrote the first joke book, them people," he said. "Well," went on Cargan, "there ain't nobody so insignificant and piffling that people won't listen to 'em when they attack a man in public life.
"Hooperstown," he read, "Reuton 10 miles." He saw Mr. Max get up and leave the car. "Not a thing to it, Doc," Cargan repeated, "Your bunch has tried to get me before. You've shouted from the housetops that you had the goods on me. What's always happened?" "Your own creatures have acquitted you," replied the professor, from a cloud of Cargan cigar smoke.
Suspicion suspicion everywhere. It does a lot of harm, believe me. I wouldn't " He jumped from his chair and disappeared, for the voice of Cargan had hailed him from below. Mr. Magee and the professor with one accord followed. Hiding in the friendly shadows of the landing once again, they heard the loud tones of the mayor's booming voice, and the softer tones of Bland's.
Drayton fully intends to prosecute you on the ground that you arranged to pass Ordinance Number 45, granting the Suburban Railway the privilege of merging with the Civic, in exchange for this bribe of two hundred thousand dollars." "He won't dare," cried Cargan. "I made him." "Before election," said the professor, "I believe he often insisted to you that he would do his duty as he saw it."
On the professor's forehead was a surprising red scratch, and his eyes, no longer hidden by the double convex lenses, stood revealed a washed-out gray in the light of noon. "A most unfortunate accident," explained the old man. "Most distressing. I have broken my glasses. I am almost blind without them." "How'd it happen, Doc?" asked Mr. Cargan easily.
Miss Norton is going to take it away with her she is to catch the ten-thirty train for Reuton. The train arrives at its destination at twelve. Much as it pains me to say it, no one will leave this room before twelve-fifteen." "You crook!" roared Cargan. Mr. Magee smiled as he put the package in the girl's hand. "Possibly," he said. "But, Mr.
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