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Roger's words were calm, but the beat of his heart was shaking his ribs. "Who? Mr. Garman? He didn't sail. Just Senator Fairclothe and Mrs. Livingstone. 'Get aboard, he says, and they got. 'Get to hell out of here! he says to the captain. 'Where to? says the captain. 'Get! says Mr. Garman. Talk about a temper! There was blue lightning and an eighty-mile wind round here till they'd sailed."
You've no money, no position, no influence. You're nobody. She is Annette Fairclothe. She is the last hope of the family. I have built our whole future upon her. There will be no interference with my plans." "She has a father " "Pooh! That doddering ass! Do you think it is he who has enabled us to keep our position in Washington?
Granger was only one tentacle of the company, one machine for extracting money from naïve, land-hungry citizens. The powerful, cunning men or man behind it had many machines. Senator Lafayette Fairclothe was the most expensive of these machines. It had cost much money and political trading to get his name on the Company's literature, but it was worth more.
Garman swayed like a broken tree, but despite it he smiled sardonically. "You had hoped I had changed?" His voice was little more than a painful whisper. Swaying drunkenly, almost falling, he drove himself on to speak. "That the leopard's spots had become whiter than snow? My dear Miss Fairclothe, people don't change like that. Behold yourself: even the jungle and sun, even I, couldn't change you.
At last he heard her stifle a sob and looked round. Annette was walking aft toward the cabin with slow, dragging steps. "My dear Annette!" cried Mrs. Livingstone and Senator Fairclothe together as they saw her face, but she pushed past them and disappeared in the cabin. "Sir!" began the Senator indignantly. "May I ask you for an explanation?"
A roar like the bellow of an angered bull welled from Garman's throat as he recognized Payne, an inarticulate cry of rage, then a silence. The current carried the canoe back a trifle and with an oath Garman drove it forward with his paddle. In the stern was Senator Fairclothe, dumb and helpless from fear. Garman struck his paddle in the bottom and held the canoe motionless.
"By ! Fairclothe, I believe you did it yourself," he cried, venting his rage on the helpless Senator. "Don't try to talk back. I believe you did it, you and that dried-up, gold-digger of a sister. But by ! if you have you'll be yanked out of the Senate and go to jail, Fairclothe! Don't talk! I'm sick of you."
"Senator Fairclothe, I suppose. You can get men from Washington who can't be got any other way. What I'm wondering about is who's big enough to get him." "What!" "Did you ever know of a politician with a big name who was ever anything but a figurehead in a deal of this sort?" "I guess you're right." "It's the name and the reputation and the man's official standing that's valuable.
Granger had been appointed by United States Senator Lafayette Fairclothe, in a letter written on Senate stationery, as district manager for that great organization, The Prairie Highlands Association, Senator Fairclothe, President, Washington, D. C. which, under the encouragement of the Government, was bestowing a boon on a land-hungry nation of developing the fabulously rich prairie lands of the Western Everglades, Florida.
Trimble before and then in the seclusion of the Major's library he had shucked his coat, as it were, and said: "Well, what's the prospects for a killing? Got any of 'em lined up?" "First," retorted Major Trimble, stroking his knife-edged nose, "let me see your credentials from Senator Fairclothe." The visitor smiled and passed over the requested credentials.
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