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I'll take the consequences, and I think the owners will, too, when they know the facts." Von Eckstein tried to shout, but a hand about half the size of a shoulder of mutton came down hard over his mouth and nose. Other hands, with grips like vices, picked him off his feet, and out he went, half stifled, along the yard, and up to the Railway Pier.
If his brother Denis had not happened to recognise Captain Count Karl von Eckstein and haled him so unceremoniously on board the Ithuriel, and if his portmanteau full of papers had been got on board a French warship, instead of being left for the inspection of the British Admiralty, that reason would have been made very plain to him.
It was Frisbie, and he asked a single question: "Say, Penfield, who was that fellow who rode around to the MacMorroghs' back door just after dark?" "It was Eckstein." The secretary let slip the name before he could lay hold of his discretion. "Oh: all right That's all," said the engineer; and he vanished.
The vice-president decided swiftly that Eckstein was the man; but how to get him to the MacMorrogh headquarters before Adair should arrive? It proved to be simpler in the outcarrying than in the planning.
Didn't I see you in the surf this morning with that shirtwaist drummer from Cincinnati?" "Mr. Eckstein oh, I been meetin' him down here in July for two years. He's a nice fellow an' makes a good livin' but he ain't my style." "Girls are too particular nowadays. Take my Bella why, that girl's had chances you wouldn't believe!
"I guess I guess I'd better go back to the Nadia," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Mr. Colbrith may need me." Eckstein turned on him like a snarling animal. "No you don't, Arthur, my boy. I know you like a book. You stay here till you're in as deep as the rest of us. Like Merriam, you know too damned much."
Ascertaining from a gateman that the Plug Mountain day train had long since gone on its way up the canyon, the young man left his many belongings at the check-stand and had himself driven up-town to the Guaranty Building. It was Eckstein who took his card in Mr. North's outer office. The private secretary was dictating to a stenographer, and was impatient of the interruption.
"If he isn't here when the gun goes off, he can't tell anybody how it was loaded." "An appointment " Eckstein began. "That is what I mean," said the general manager, turning back to his desk. "We need a traffic agency up in the Oregon country. See Merriam to-night.
And Eckstein, pushing his jaded beast down the final hill in the dusk of the evening, and welcoming, as only the saddle-tormented can welcome, the lights of the headquarters camp, confessed in cursings quite barbaric in their phrasings that he, too, was done.
A certain Isidore Eckstein, a dealer in jewelry novelties, whose office was in the tower when it disappeared into the past, has entered suit in the courts of the United States against all the holders of land on Manhattan Island.
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