Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 11, 2025
He saw from her downcast manner that she had failed. His face darkened. "Wouldn't work, eh? What did he say?" The woman was hunched down in her chair, still wearing the cloak that she had worn in Trevison's office; the collar still up, the front thrown open. Her hair was disheveled; dark lines were under her eyes; she glared at Corrigan in an abandon of savage dejection. "He turned me down cold."
But the next instant Corrigan, the head inspector, broke in on this reverie, and his words banished further repining: "The scoundrel won't open his lips," declared he to Mr. Burton. "What he's done with those diamonds we can't find out. He's mum as an oyster. I hoped we might tempt him into making a clean breast of the matter but not he! He's too hardened a chap for repentance, I reckon."
A thrill, increasing and pulsating through the floor beneath them, shook the building. The editor jumped for the telephone. "Composing room; quick! Give me the foreman. Hello! That you, Corrigan? Stop the presses... I don't care if we miss every train in the country... Don't answer back. This is Mr. Waldemar. Stop the presses!" The thrill waned and ceased.
"What does Trevison look like, Jeff tell me?" The woman leaned forward in her chair, her eyes glowing. "Oh, you women!" said Corrigan, with a gesture of disgust. "He's a handsome fool," he added; "if that's what you want to know. But I haven't any compliments to hand him regarding his manners he's a wild man!" "I'd love to see him!" breathed the woman.
It is a logical site for a town there is no other within a hundred miles in any direction." "And you are to anticipate the town's growth isn't that it, Mr. Corrigan?" "You put it very comprehensively, Miss Benham; but perhaps it would be better to say that I am the advance agent of prosperity that sounds rather less mercenary.
He's got his heart set on this. And I have no doubt that after he gets my wire he'll jump the next train for Washington, and " The Judge exclaimed with weak incoherence, and a few minutes later he was bending over the records with Corrigan the latter making sundry copies on a pad of paper, which he placed in a pocket when the work was completed. At noon the special car was in Manti.
The clear morning air made objects at a distance very distinct, and as Trevison had ridden past the car, Corrigan had seen a flutter at one of the windows; had caught a fleeting glimpse of Rosalind Benham's face. He had seen Trevison ride away, to return for a second view of the car a few minutes later.
But I was never there." "You came out on the veranda and pelted me with roses. There were others there officers and their wives. Everybody was laughing." "Yes but I was not there, Phil. . . . Who who was the tall, thin bugler who sounded taps?" "Corrigan." "And the little, girl-shaped, brown men?" "My constabulary." "I can't recollect," she said listlessly, laying the doll against her breast.
Had she been Rosalind she would have preferred the big, sleek, well-groomed man of affairs who had called today. And because of her preference for Corrigan, she sat long on the porch with him and told him many things things that darkened the big man's face. And when, as they were talking, Rosalind came, Agatha discreetly retired, leaving the two alone.
For an instant as the crowd passed the Elk saloon, its lights revealing faces in its glare, Corrigan thought its destination was the private car, and his hand went to his hip. It was withdrawn an instant later, though, when the leader swerved and marched toward the train on the main track. In the light also, Corrigan saw something that gave him a hint of the significance of it all.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking