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"Down to the Central Labor Union hall. There's a big crowd waiting there." Blanchard surveyed his own evening apparel in a mirror. "I'm headed for a reception not the kind I'd get as the head of the Conawin corporation from a labor crowd." "Nevertheless, I urge you to come with me. I believe that a little contact with the people in this instance will clear your thoughts."
But they can't do anything sensible with it, any more than they can with ownership of the state's water-power." The Conawin magnate exhibited bewilderment. "Despeaux, I'm a business man. I suppose you lawyers go to work in a different way than we do in business. But as I have read the propaganda you're putting out as I understand it you are shouting for the people's rights, too!" "I am! Strongly!
"Out with it before I dig deeper for it." "Nicolai Krylovensky!" "I knew it must be bad, but I didn't think it was as bad as that! I don't blame ye for trying to keep it mum! And ye look as though it tasted bitter coming up. I'll not poison me own mouth." He stood up and yanked the man to his feet. "So I'll call ye Bill the Bomber! Where do ye work, or don't ye work?" "Conawin!" "I thought so!
It's about what we may expect of the people when they're denied a showdown by men at the head of public affairs. There's trouble brewing in the city of Marion to-night. What would you do if you happened to glance out of your office window and saw a leak spurting big as a lead-pencil from the base of the Conawin dam? You'd know the leak would be as big as a hogshead in a few minutes, wouldn't you?"
Blanchard of the Conawin Mills on the 'phone, that's the girl!" "Yes, Andy, I'm going to get down to the figures in my case! I hope there's a balance in my favor but we never can tell!" He set his elbows on his desk and clutched his hands into the hair above his temples. Mac Tavish tiptoed away.
If I'm not home you'll know that I'm attending to them." He went to the telephone, replied to an inquiring voice and listened intently, and then he assented with heartiness. "It's Blanchard of the Conawin Mills! He has a bit of business with me and offers to take me along with him to the reception.
A dead man can't answer questions. Stand back, all of you, I say!" He twisted the grip of his hand in the man's collar until Krylovensky ceased his struggles. "Do you work in this city?" asked the mayor. "He works in the Conawin," shouted Lanigan. "And I shook him down this evening for a gun, a knob-knocker, and a lot of red flags."
But after you and my friend Daunt get matters all tied up snug you won't have a thing to do for the rest of the night but enjoy yourself and be nice to the girls not another thing, Stewart." With great promptitude Attorney Despeaux fastened upon Blanchard, of the Conawin, the moment the latter left the company of Mayor Morrison on the arrival of the twain at the Corson mansion; and Mr.
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