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Inspector Pigot, it was added, would sail at once for Havre on La Savoie. Meanwhile, Grady's men, with Simmonds at their head, strained every nerve to discover the whereabouts of the fugitive; a net was thrown over the entire city, but, while a number of fish were captured, the one which the police particularly wished for was not among them.
Grady's affairs were prospering beyond his expectations, confident though he had been. Away back in the summer, when the work was in its early stages, his eye had been upon it; he had bided his time in the somewhat indefinite hope that something would turn up. But he went away jubilant from his conversation with Peterson, for it seemed that all the cards were in his hands.
Grady's head, on the other hand, was not remarkable in the development of these propensities.
But still there was no venom in their hostility; we were enemies, of course, but enemies who might any day become friends; and Grady's prisoner did not think it necessarily behoved him to sulk, refuse food, commit suicide, or, which was much the same thing, attempt to escape.
"Better have him in," said Grady, and doubled up the list and slipped it into his pocket. Parks came in looking decidedly shaky; but answered Grady's questions clearly and concisely. He told first of the events of the afternoon, and then passed on to the evening. "Mr. Vantine had dinner at home, sir," he said. "It was served, I think, at seven o'clock.
Convinced now that Bannon was doing everything in his power to conciliate him, Grady grew more important. "Very well," he said; "when I've got through up here, ye can see me if ye like." "All right," said Bannon, patiently; "no hurry." During the full torrent of Grady's eloquence the work had not actually been interrupted.
"But last night he had changed all around. He said he was going to have you arrested. He thinks Max has been trying to buy him off with the things we've sent him." Bannon whistled. "So our Mr. Grady's got his hands on him!" "That's what Max and I thought, but he didn't give any names. He wouldn't take the jelly." "I'm glad you told me," said Bannon, swinging his legs around and sitting up.
Bannon arose, caught Grady's arm, and whirled him around. "Grady," he said, "shut up." The delegate tried to jerk away, but he could not shake off that grip. He looked toward the committeemen, but they were silent. He looked everywhere but up into the eyes that were blazing down at him. And finally Bannon felt the muscles within his grip relax.
Their first meeting was at Grady's quick-lunch counter in Faber Street, which they both frequented at one time, and the fact that each had ordered a ham sandwich, a cup of coffee, and a confection new to Grady's known as a Napoleon had led to conversation. Eda, of course, was the aggressor; she was irresistibly drawn, she would not be repulsed.
He says, 'If you don't want your laborers to strike, you'll have to pay my price." "Not much," Pete broke in. "I'd let the elevator rot before I'd pay a cent of blackmail." They'd be glad to pay five thousand or so for protection. But they'd want protection that would protect. Grady's trying to sell us a gold brick.
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