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Nancy had risen from her chair at the mention of Hellbeam's name. She was glad enough of the excuse. She understood Hellbeam was the great outstanding figure in the concern of the Skandinavia. His was the one personality that dwarfed everybody. He was the moving power of the whole concern. "You'll let me know later?" she said. "I mean, just when I'm to start out. I'm ready when you like.
"See right here, Les," he cried, in a tone he vainly endeavoured to restrain. "I've figgered right along this thing would need to happen sometime. You can't beat a feller like Hellbeam all the time and leave him without a kick. It don't need me to tell you that. But I want to get a square eye on the whole darn game.
It's safer that way. You move right on into yonder bluff. And you best not try making any break. There ain't only Hellbeam in this. I haven't forgotten No. 10 Camp. Your game's plumb up." "Yes, plumb up." Father Adam obeyed. He moved away, followed closely by the man who had hunted him for so many years. There was no escape. He knew that. The reckoning he had always foreseen had overtaken him.
It's 'To hell with the Swedes, we'll drive 'em into the sea." The financier nodded. His armour was impenetrable. "The Germans said much," he said. "That's all right, these folks aren't Germans," came the prompt retort, as Idepski picked up his hat and gloves. "No." Hellbeam remained seated. It was not his way to speed a departing visitor. "I'm glad. Oh, yes."
From old man Hardy's slop-chest? Hellbeam makes you work for your money when you're driven to wallowing in a muck-hole like the Lizzie. It isn't worth it. You see, you've run into the worst failure you've made in years. But I only wish you could see the sorry sort of sailorman you look." Standing's right hand was behind him, and Bat heard the key turn in the lock of the door. He waited.
Hellbeam stirred his bulk in the chair Nancy had so recently occupied. It was a movement of irritation. "That is for you. You represent Skandinavia. I I say this thing. I the money find." The face of Peterman was a study. His eyes were serious, his manner calmly considering. Amazement was struggling with a desire to laugh outright in the face of this grossly insolent money power.
Hellbeam leant back in his chair. His great paunch protruded invitingly and he clasped his hands over it. "Maybe you're right," he said, with an air intended to conciliate. "Anyway you've picked up some pieces and set them together so they make a fancy shape. But it isn't good. No. Here, I think, too. I see another, way from you. Without this fellow Sachigo is nothing. See?
Hellbeam has no score against you. He has no penitentiary preparing for you. You are not concerned with him. Whatever he may have in store for me he can do nothing to you, and the money I beat him out of will have passed beyond his reach." "And this man you figger to locate? You reckon to take a chance on your judgment?" Bat's challenge came on the instant. "On mine, and yours."
Later, we both will talk with her. Well good luck my friend." Hellbeam thrust his hat on his great head and strutted his way across to the door. "These people must be bought. Or " he said, pausing before passing out "Smashed!" Hellbeam nodded. "It suits me better to buy." "Yes. You want to come into touch with the owner." "Yes." The gross figure disappeared through the doorway.
But the interruption was by no means welcome to the man. And his irritation was promptly displayed by the vindictive "Well?" he flung at the unyielding receiver. "Oh! What's that? Who? Hellbeam? Oh. Sure. Yes. Send him right up. Don't keep him waiting. Right up now. Yes." He thrust up the instrument and sat back in his chair. "Curse the man!"
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