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He will be there, fear not. Will you go?" "Yes." "Hah! That is the De Boer I have always admired!" I could see them in the moonlight across the pit. Perona now standing up, the giant figure of the bandit towering over him. Hanley's microscopic voice cut in: "Getting it, Phil? To seize you for ransom!" "Yes. I hear it." "This girl. Who ?" "Wait, Chief. Off " De Boer: "I will do it! Fifty thousand."
On the street Warrington was stopped by Ben Jordan, the Telegraph's star reporter, who had worked with Warrington on the Journal. "Say, Dick, I am glad to see you. I was going up to your house on purpose to see you. Come over to Martin's a minute. I've got some news that might interest you." "I don't like Martin's place," said Warrington. "Let's compromise on Hanley's." "All right, my boy."
I was awakened by the tinkling, buzzing call of the radio-diaphragm beneath my shirt. I had left the call open. It was Hanley. I lay down, eyeing my window which now was illumined by the flat light of dawn. Hanley's microscopic voice: "Phil? I've just raised President Markes, there in Nareda. I've been a bit worried about you." "I'm all right, Chief."
Spawn, the big the only big quicksilver producer here! The President interrupted my startled thoughts. "I hope you did not intimate your real purpose?" "No." We both turned at the sound of an opening door. Markes called, "Ah, come in Perona! Are you alone? Good! Close that slide. Here is Chief Hanley's representative." He introduced us all in a breath. "This is interesting, Perona.
I cut down the volume. Hanley switched in. "By God. Phil! This " "Off, Chief! Let me hear, too!" He cut away. Those distorted voices! They came from Perona and the bandits to me across this five hundred foot moonlit bowl; from me, thirteen hundred miles up to Hanley's instruments; and back to me once more. But the words, most of them, now were distinguishable. Perona's voice: "I tell it to you.
They walked down to Hanley's, talking animatedly. "What will you have, Ben?" "Musty ale." "Two musty ales," Warrington ordered. "Well, Ben?" Ben took a deep swallow of ale. He was the best all-round reporter in the city; he knew more people than Osborne knew. Murders, strikes, fires, they were all the same to Ben. He knew where to start and where to end.
"Well, you'd better see President Markes this morning." "That was my intention." "Tell him frankly what you're after. This smuggling of quicksilver from Nareda has got to stop. But take it easy, Phil; don't be reckless. Remember: one little knife thrust and I've lost a good man!" I laughed at his anxious tone. That was always Hanley's way.
And if, after three weeks as his guest on board what the newspapers called his floating palace, the senator could refuse him even the prize, legation of Europe, there was no value in modest merit. As yet, Livingstone had not hinted at his ambition. There was no need. To a statesman of Hanley's astuteness, the largeness of Livingstone's contribution to the campaign fund was self-explanatory.
Hanley's hurried voice came back: "I've sent the call to Porto Rico." The guard had moved again. He was no more than forty feet away from me now standing up gazing directly toward where I was crouching over my tiny instruments in the shadows of the rocky arch. A footstep sounded behind me, on the path outside the arch. Someone approaching! A tiny light bobbing! Then a voice calling, "Perona!
And if, after three weeks as his guest on board what the newspapers called his floating palace, the senator could refuse him even the prize, legation of Europe, there was no value in modest merit. As yet, Livingstone had not hinted at his ambition. There was no need. To a statesman of Hanley's astuteness, the largeness of Livingstone's contribution to the campaign fund was self-explanatory.
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