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Ford fastened his companion in a steady eye-grip. "One question, Mr. Eckstein; do they play fair with all concerned?" "They are more than fair; they are generous with the company, and with the company's representatives with whom they have to do business.
About eight o'clock that night I said I was going to the park to see the performance; just to get a rest from talking. Mr. Eckstein was there and the Williamsons and James Wallace, so I asked them all to come home with us. And Fournier and LaChaise, too. And we got on your opera and LaChaise played part of it and then I read a lot of it with Fournier. So they didn't go home till after three.
A dim perception of the almost incredible truth began to dawn on me and I did my best to grapple with the situation. I had to account for my astonished stare; that was the first thought that flashed through my head. I could hardly believe my own eyes!" "Hans Eckstein? Who is he?" demanded my new acquaintance, and I was pleased to observe no suspicion in his voice, merely a little astonishment.
If England had sunk in the Atlantic he would not have sunk with her, but easily floated over to America to stand for the Presidency. Even if we are profoundly convinced that Mr. Beit or Mr. Eckstein had patriotic tears in his eyes when he obtained a gold concession from Queen Victoria, we cannot believe that in her absence he would have refused a similar concession from the German Emperor.
"As I have said, I am here with power to act," said Eckstein, gripping the chair with wincings after the day of torment. "The plan outlined at first by Mr. North must go through as it was outlined. Part of it has already been carried out, you say: Ford and the president have been over the short-cut together. To-morrow the entire private-car party goes to Copah over the detour.
He's let Ford come back, alive; let him get to the very dure av the prisident's car! Then, begorra! he must mades show himself under the electhrics and open fire on the man who was kicking at the dure and looking sthraight at him!" Eckstein asked a single question. "Did he get him? If he's dead he can't very well tell who shot him." "That's the hell av it!" raged the big man. "Who's to know?"
Penfield sat still, with the cold chills running up and down his spine, while Eckstein went on talking to the two MacMorroghs. "This Merriam business complicates things like hell" he was growing coarsely profane in the grinding mill of events. "But it shows us where we stand. This thing has got to go through, and if it doesn't work out the way we've planned it, it's for us to find another way."
"Sit down, Uncle Sidney, and let me tell you what happened at Horse Creek camp a week ago last night," he said evenly; and then he told the story of the attempt upon Ford's life, of the siege of the Nadia, of the terrible catastrophe which had involved all three of the MacMorroghs, the commissary staff, Eckstein, and the headquarters camp.
Eckstein and other leading people knew very well that sooner or later the Transvaal was bound to fall to England, and they would have felt quite content to wait quietly until this event had been accomplished as a matter of course, by the force of circumstances, without violence.
Eckstein spat out the extinct cigar stump he was chewing. "We are to know beyond a question of doubt, this time. Who is in the Nadia, besides Ford?" "The two naygurs." "No one else?" MacMorrogh shook his head. "No wan." "You are sure Mr. Adair and Brissac are out of the way?" "They got Gallagher to push them up to Frisbie's track camp in Misther North's car an hour before dark."
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