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Bewildered by the scene through which he had just passed, Corson returned to his rooms and spent the night in a sort of stupor. What happened the next day he never knew; but on the following morning he accompanied Mantel to the cemetery where, with simple but reverent ceremony, they committed the body of the doctor to the bosom of earth.
If you know what it is, we can do business. If you don't " "I'm off duty in an hour," Frank Corson said. "Maybe we should talk it over." "That's better. In the meantime, if you'll tell me where I can find Matson " Frank smiled. "Wait an hour. Then I'll show you. But we'll talk about it first."
Their small figures brought out the legginess of the mares; beside the compact range horses their gait was sprawling, but the wise eye of Marianne saw the springing fetlocks kiss the dust and the long, telltale muscles. She cried out softly in admiration and pleasure. "You see the Coles mares?" she said. "There go the winners, Mr. Corson. The ponies won't be in it after two furlongs."
He was talking earnestly. "Look at him! There you have it!" whispered Despeaux, recovering his confidence. "Every man has his price but it's a mistake to think that the price must always be counted down in cash. Daunt didn't act as if he had captured our friend. He's dancing to a girl's tune now. Corson will whistle a jig when he gets ready and Morrison will dance to that tune, too!"
She wanted to explain it all to him but he suddenly lost interest. "Frank Corson knew nothing else about William Matson?" "The man with two hearts?" "Only that?" "It was all he told me." "I think he knows more. I want you to ask him. Then I will come and ask you." "I'll ask him if he knows anything more than what he told me." "Ask him if he knows of any other men with two hearts.
Lana took Coventry Daunt's arm and started off with an elaborate display of mock terror. "And now politics goes whirling, too! My, how the ground shakes! Mister Mayor, I'll promise you more serene conditions on Corson Hill this evening." There was an unmistakable air of proprietorship in her manner with the young man who accompanied her.
It's a quare tale he must have told 'em, and a big sack he must have promised 'em to bring 'em down on ye. Was it for killin' ye they was tryin', or was they for catchin' yez alive?" "They were trying to take us alive at first, I think, but the bullets whistled rather close for comfort." "I was a little shaky myself, when they plunked against the door," said Corson with a smile. "Oh, Mr.
He accepted this bit of good fortune in exactly the same manner he would have faced its opposite, and when Frank Corson boarded a bus, a taxicab pulled out of a side street and followed. The cab waited, in front of the Park Hill Hospital. When Frank Corson and the ninth android emerged, two cabs, not one, wheeled down Manhattan and into Greenwich Village.
Then the big hand went out with no hint of any reservation in cordiality. "I'm sure you two are going to be excellent friends!" prophesied Lana. "You're so much alike." The florid giant and the dapper, dark young man swapped apologies in a faint flicker of a mutual grin. "I mean in your tastes! Mr. Daunt is tremendously interested in water-power," Miss Corson hastened to say.
"I'm not the guardian of those gentlemen or of this State House!" He turned on his heel abruptly. "Miss Corson!" She was waiting a few paces away. He rejoined her and by a gesture invited her to walk along. "I'm sorry! I did not mean to delay you!" The newspaper men followed on as far as the door of the Executive Chamber. Morrison faced them there.
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