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She was, therefore, later in the day not greatly surprised to find herself supplying her brother with arguments. Much as they admired and loved Mr. Hodder, they had always realized that he could not remain buried in Bremerton. His talents demanded a wider field. "Talents!" exclaimed Langmaid, "I didn't know he had any."
Langmaid looked down at the tip of his cigar. "Mr. Hodder," said Eldon Parr, "is to be congratulated." Hodder, when the service was over, had sought the familiar recess in the robing-room, the words which he himself had spoken still ringing in his ears.
"I'm afraid, Mr. Langmaid," the rector replied, "that it would take me longer to tell you than the time at your disposal." "Dear me," said the lawyer, "this is too bad. Why didn't you come to me? I am a good friend of yours, Hodder, and there is an additional bond between us on my sister's account. She is extremely fond of you, you know.
He thinks the business section will grow that way." "I know," said Mr. Plimpton, and they looked at each other. The name predominant in both minds had been mentioned. "I wonder if Hodder really knows what he's up against." Mr. Plimpton sometimes took refuge in slang. "Well, after all, we're not sure yet that he's 'up against anything," replied Langmaid, who thought the time had come for comfort.
"Whatever happens, it won't interfere with our personal friendship, even if you think me a highwayman and I think you a " "A fanatic," Holder supplied. He had risen, too, and stood, with a smile on his face, gazing at the lawyer with an odd scrutiny. "An idealist, I was going to say," Langmaid answered, returning the smile, "I'll admit that we need them in the world.
Parr got a corporation lawyer named Langmaid he's another one of your millionnaire crooks to fix it up and get around the law and keep him out of jail. And then they had to settle with Tim Beatty for something like three hundred thousand. You know who Beatty is he owns this city his saloon's around here on Elm Street. All the crooks had to be squared.
"Haven't they the right," he asked, somewhat lamely, "to demand the kind of religion they pay for?" "Provided you don't call it religion," said the rector. Langmaid smiled in spite of himself. "See here, Hodder," he said, "I've always confessed frankly that I knew little or nothing about religion.
Parr had glanced at Langmaid, who had never failed to respond. He was that sine qua non of modern affairs, a corporation lawyer, although he resembled a big and genial professor of Scandinavian extraction. He wore round, tortoise-shell spectacles, he had a high, dome-like forehead, and an ample light brown beard which he stroked from time to time.
But I have taken the trouble to find out, from unquestioned sources, the truth about the Consolidated Tractions Company I shall not go into the details at length they are doubtless familiar to you. I know that the legal genius of Mr. Langmaid, one of my vestry, made possible the organization of the company, and thereby evaded the plain spirit of the law of the state.
"Come," said the financier, rising, "I'm sure you like pictures, and Langmaid tells me you have a fancy for first editions. Would you care to go to the gallery?" "By all means," the rector assented. Their footsteps, as they crossed the hardwood floors, echoed in the empty house.
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