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For a moment the two stood regarding each other in silence, while through Wentworth's brain flashed a mighty fear. Had McNabb changed his mind and sent Downey to arrest him for the theft of the coat? He thought of Orcutt's big bills in his pocket, and his blood seemed to turn to water within him.
After graduating from the local high school he had entered the employ of McNabb, and within a very few years had been promoted to head his department. At the Country Club he could be depended upon to qualify with the first flight in the annual golf tournament, and the "dope" was all upset when he did not play in the finals on the courts.
"I thought Orcutt said you were beginning to slip!" "Well, maybe he's right," admitted McNabb, and the engineer saw that his lips twitched at the corners. "Who was your representative?" he demanded abruptly. "And, how did it come that he arrived just in the nick of time?" "Why, his name is Sven Larsen. He's Murchison's clerk," answered the Scot. "And he was here all the time."
I imagine we will have an interesting half-hour when they find out that the deal is off." The formalities of payment were soon over with, and the moment they were completed, Hedin despatched a messenger with a telegram to his employer. When John McNabb received the message he grinned broadly, and for several minutes sat at his desk and stabbed at his blotter with his pencil point.
A rather strained silence greeted the entrance of McNabb into the trading room. Jean and Murchison occupied the only two chairs the room boasted, and Wentworth leaned against the counter, a half-sneering smile on his lips. McNabb advanced to the group beneath the huge swinging lamp, and Sven Larsen lingered in the shadows near the door.
"There seems to be nothing for me to do but accept the money." He held out his hand as Cameron slowly counted out the big bills. Then without recounting, Wentworth thrust them into his pocket, and with quick, nervous strokes of his pen signed the receipt which Cameron placed before him. Then in a voice trembling with suppressed rage he faced McNabb. "Damn you!" he cried.
His first impulse was to get out of his bed and go straight to Donald and thank him from the bottom of his full and humble heart. But Mrs. McNabb sat at his side, sympathetic but inexorable. He was not to move out of his bed that day, she commanded; Mrs. Fraser had left instructions to that effect. The helpless prisoner appealed to Peter Junior.
After a time the old man spoke, more to himself than to him. "Ye could both run down for a month or two in the winter!" "What?" asked Hedin, regarding the speaker with a puzzled expression. "Both of who? A factor only gets away in the summer." "So they do so they do," answered McNabb, absently. "Well, we'll be goin' back now. My engineer, maybe, will be wantin' a conference."
It's expensive this slipping of cogs." "Maybe ye're right," repeated McNabb. "I'll tell the world I'm right! It won't be but a few years till I'll be the big noise around this part of Canada! Brains to figure out a proposition, and nerve to carry it through that's all it takes to make this old world pay up what it owes you."
Ever since the coming of Wentworth, whom she had taken under her special patronage, Hedin had been studiously omitted from her scheme of social activities and Jean McNabb had been as studiously included.
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