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Colbrith got up and went to the window to look down upon the excited throng in the street. It did look real. "Perhaps we might leave matters as they are, pending a future investigation, Mr. Ford," he said, turning back to his victim, who was methodically clipping the end from a cigar. "No," was the brittle rejoinder. Again the president took time to look down into the crowded street.
The Nadia was in and side-tracked, with a sleepy porter on guard. Ford climbed to the platform and asked for the president. "Yas, suh; dis is Mr. Colbrith's cyar; but he don't see no newspapuh men no, suh. Besides, dey's just gettin' up," was the rebuff; but Ford ignored it. "'They? Then Mr. Colbrith isn't alone?" "No, suh; got a pahty 'long with him a young gentleman and two ladies; yes, suh.
Incidentally, quite incidentally, you understand, he is waiting to be asked to help you out in that mining deal." "Fetch him," was the curt command; and Mr. Colbrith sat down to wade resignedly through the mass of delayed wire correspondence.
"It isn't too big for you, Mr. Ford. It was too big for Colbrith, Magnus, et al. And, besides, you're not going to give it up. You'll drop off in Chicago, hunt up some meat-packer or other Croesus, and land your new railroad independently of the P. S-W."
Colbrith," he said half-menacingly. "If it is your purpose to humiliate me before your guests, I shall drive on and leave you." "You don't answer my question; you can not answer it! You instructed your assistant to change the line of this railroad after you had bought this mine!" "And if I did?" "You did. And by so doing, Mr.
"Thank you," said Ford. "I may take you at your word," and just then Mr. Colbrith rose in his place, fingering his thin white beard rather nervously, Ford thought, and rapping on the table for silence. It was admitted on all hands that the president of the Pacific Southwestern was a careful man and a thrifty. It was these qualities which had first determined his election.
Entering, with less assurance than if he had been the humblest of place-seekers out of a job, Ford was almost relieved to find only a closed desk, and a young man absently scanning a morning paper. Inquiry developed a few facts, tersely stated but none the less enlightening. Mr. Colbrith was not in: the office was merely his nominal headquarters in the city and he occupied it only occasionally.
"That's me," said Dan MacMorrogh; and he rose and let himself out, with the younger brother to lock the door behind him. The door-keeping attended to, the younger brother drew closer into the circle. "There's wan thing," he said, looking furtively at Eckstein. "I was in Copah this day: I got the buckboards for Misther Colbrith.
Ford looked and the scowl which was coming to be a habit transformed itself into a cynical smile. A hundred or more of the MacMorrogh laborers, hats off and standing at respectful attention, were clustered about the rear platform of the private car, and Mr. Colbrith was addressing them; giving them the presidential benediction, as Frisbie put it irreverently.
"No; it goes back of that; sometime I'll remember how and where. But to answer your question: I know Mr. Colbrith slightly, but I've never met any of the directors." "Well, you are meeting one at this moment," laughed the young man, crossing his legs comfortably. "But I am the easiest mark of the lot," he added. "I inherited my holdings in Pacific Southwestern."
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