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When Cargan offered him the place of prosecutor, a few months ago, Drayton assured him that he would keep his oath of office. The mayor laughed. Drayton insisted. Cargan had not yet met the man he could not handle. He gave Drayton the place." The old man leaned forward, and tapped Magee on the knee. "It was in me, remember," he went on, "that Drayton confided his resolve to serve the public.
Now they were ready to depart. The mayor lifted the candle from the desk. Its light fell on a big chair by the fire, and Mr. Magee saw in that chair the figure of Mr. Bland, bound and gagged. Mr. Cargan and his companion paused, and appeared to address triumphant and jesting comment in Mr. Bland's direction.
Young Drayton, the new county prosecutor, was several years back a favorite pupil of mine. After he left law school he fell under the spell of the picturesque mayor of Reuton. Cargan liked him and he rose rapidly. Drayton had no thought of ever turning against his benefactor when he accepted the first favors, but later the open selling of men's souls began to disgust him.
The inn seemed about to roll down the mountain after all those years of sticking tight. The mayor looked apprehensively up the stair behind him; Mr. Max ran to the open safe door and came back before the desk with a package in his hand. After examining it hastily, Mr. Cargan placed the loot in his pocket. The greedy eyes of Max followed it for a second; then he ran over and gathered up his tools.
"You got to get me out of this," Max was still telling the mayor. "For God's sake," cried Cargan, "shut up and let me think." He sat for a moment staring at one place, his face still lacking all emotion, but his eyes a trifle narrower than before. "You haven't got me yet," he cried, standing up. "By the eternal, I'll fight to the last ditch, and I'll win.
Cargan," put in Professor Bolton, "you give it as your opinion that woman is no trouble-maker, and I must admit that I agree with your premise in general, although occasionally she may cause a a slight annoyance. Undeniably, there is a lot of trouble in the world. To whose efforts do you ascribe it?" The mayor ran his thick fingers through his hair.
It's a bad mob this newspaper has stirred 'em up." "Ugly, are they?" sneered Cargan. "Ever seen the bunch I would go put of my way for, Dan?" "I meant it all right, sir," said Dan. "As a friend to a man who's been a friend to me. No, I never saw you afraid of any bunch yet, but this " "This," replied Cargan, "is the same old bunch.
We'll tie you up in knots and leave you on the door-step of some orphan asylum before we're through with you." "Come on, Lou," said Cargan. "Drayton's a smart guy, Doc. Where's his proof? Eloped with the bundle of dry goods this young man's taken a fancy to. And even if he had the money I've been up against this many a time. You're wasting your talents, Doc. Good night! Come on, boys."
I waited on the porch and saw Max tap the safe. I saw him and Cargan come out. I waited for them. Just as I was about to jump on them, somebody the man with the seventh key, I guess did it for me. There was a scuffle. I joined it. I emerged with the package everybody seems so interested in." "Yes," said the girl breathlessly. "And then "
I might compare you to another with yellow locks but I leave that to my younger er colleagues. Mr. Cargan good-by. My acquaintance with you I shall always look back on " But the mayor of Reuton, Max and Bland closed in on the old man. "Now look here, Doc," interrupted Cargan. "You're bluffing. Do you get me? You're trying to put something over.
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