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The Company will, of course, reimburse you for your lost time and for your mental anguish " "Naturally," Caswell said. " and we will substitute a proper Terran Regenerator at once." "That won't be necessary." "It won't?" "No." Caswell's voice was decisive. "The machine's attempt at therapy forced me into a compete self-appraisal.
"I am not an alcoholic," Caswell said, with considerable dignity. "The New York Rapid Transit Corporation does not hire alcoholics." "Oh," said the clerk, glancing distrustfully at Caswell's bloodshot eyes. "You seem a little nervous. Perhaps the portable Bendix Anxiety Reducer " "Anxiety's not my ticket, either. What have you got for homicidal mania?" The clerk pursed his lips.
I know that even now she is as good and true and would be as loving as " Constance had paused and taken a step toward the drawing room. Before she knew it, the portieres flew apart and an eager little woman had rushed past her and flung her arms about the neck of the man. Caswell's features were working, as he gently disengaged her arms, still keeping one hand.
His right hand was thrust into his coat pocket. He seemed very calm. "Are you Elwood Caswell?" Rath asked. "The Elwood Caswell who bought a Regenerator early this afternoon at the Home Therapy Appliances Store?" "Yes," said Caswell. "Won't you come in?" Inside Caswell's small living room, they saw the Regenerator, glistening black and chrome, standing near the couch. It was unplugged.
"Those were his exact words." "When was this?" "Not five minutes ago." "Run to Caswell's. Tell him to wait for me." The messenger darted off and we followed briskly. Caswell, I found, was an attorney, and we were led at once to the inner office. "Come in with me," said my employer. "I expect I shall need you, and it will save explanations."
Porterfield's light infantry, reinforced by a company of picked men from Stevens's brigade, covered the right flank of the legion; while Major Armstrong's light infantry of North Carolina militia, reinforced in like manner from Caswell's division, covered the left.
Caswell walked across the room to the therapeutic machine. One hand was still in his jacket pocket; the other he laid affectionately upon the Regenerator. "The poor thing tried its best," he said. "Of course, it couldn't cure what wasn't there." He laughed. "But it came very near succeeding!" Rath studied Caswell's face and said, in a trained, casual tone, "Glad there was no harm, sir.
Billy shrugged his shoulders in modest dubiousness. "Well, anyway, as I was sayin' if I can sell Caswell's six horses, why, we can stand off this month's bills an' buy the wagon." "But horses!" Saxon queried anxiously. "They'll come later if I have to take a regular job for two or three months.
I tell you that rig wasn't built for a cent less than four hundred, an' I know wagon-work in the dark. Now, if I can put through that dicker with Caswell's six horses say, I just got onto that horse-buyer to-day. If he buys 'em, who d'ye think he'll ship 'em to? To the Boss, right to the West Oakland stables. I 'm goin' to get you to write to him.
But the more she thought of it, the more clearly was she able to analyze Mrs. Caswell's dream and to get back at the causes of it, in the estrangement from her husband and perhaps the brutality of his ignorance of woman. And then, too, there was Drummond. What was he doing in the case? She did not see Mildred Caswell again until the following afternoon.
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