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He apologised for the delay, but thought it useless to send it until he had investigated the gallery itself." "That's the business of his engineers. If he is not satisfied with them he should get others." Mr. Foilet bowed, selected a paper from the sheaf he carried and handed it over.

"It is for us to do that. Mr. Weirs pronounces the gallery fit for working. The seam is one of the richest we have. What improvements can be done to the ventilation and propping before Monday are to be done, but the gallery is to be worked then, until the new shaft is completed. Then we will reconsider it." Again Mr. Foilet bowed, but his hand fingered his glasses nervously.

"Surely you need no instructions on that point, Mr. Murray," said Peter a little more curtly than he had spoken to Mr. Foilet. "There are two offers," said the Scotchman quietly. "Tennant will give £150 and Fortman £200." "Then there is no question." "Tennant will build decent cottages of good material and with proper foundations, and Fortman well, you know what Fortman's hovels are like."

Foilet was wondering whether his chief was personally fond of spice, but he knew better than to say more. He left the room with a vague uneasy feeling at his heart. "A nice concern it will be if anything happens before the New Shaft's ready," he muttered; "if it wasn't for his wonderful luck, I'd have refused." So he thought: but in reality he would have done no such thing.

"And if the men refuse?" he questioned in a low voice, with averted eyes. Peter Masters waved his hand. "There are others. Men who receive wages like that must expect to have a certain amount of danger to face. Danger is the spice of life." He leant back in his chair, humming a little tune and watched Mr. Foilet with smiling eyes. Mr.

Masters's bell, sir," said the clerk apologetically. Mr. Foilet nodded and his thin lips tightened. He gathered up a sheaf of carefully arranged papers and went out by a private door to the central lift. Peter greeted him affably and waved his hand to the opposite chair. "You have Bennin's report at last?" "Yes.

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