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So Warrington grasped Jove by the collar and led him out of the private office. McQuade heard the dramatist whistle on the way to the elevator. "So he'll fight, eh?" growled McQuade. "Well, I'll break him, or my name's not McQuade. The damned meddling upstart, with his plays and fine women! You're a hell of a dog, you are! Why the devil didn't you kill his pup for him?"
They went along the dim corridor, scrutinizing doors, each hunting for one of his kind. Jove couldn't read, but he could smell. Finally Warrington came to a stand. Upon the glass panel of the door he read: Daniel McQuade & Co. General Contractors He did not knock. He opened the door and walked in.
As for McQuade, he knew that between him and that gentleman the war had only begun. He was constantly wondering how McQuade would act; but so far as he could see, McQuade had absolutely nothing to stand on. McQuade would have to tunnel; he could not carry on the war above ground. McQuade would never forgive the result of the dog fight.
Among his henchmen was a man named Bolles." "Ah!" grimly. "He sent this man to New York to look up my past. In order to earn his money he brought back this lie, which is half a truth. Whether McQuade believes it or not is of no matter; it serves his purpose. Now, John!" John made no reply.
So help me, if you do not withdraw that, I'll kill you here and now!" It was the first time Bennington had spoken. "Bolles," said McQuade, "did you sell a lie to me?" Bolles eyed Bennington, who had pushed Warrington out of the way and was moving toward him. He saw death on Bennington's face. Warrington again interposed, but John swept him aside with ease.
McQuade came down early that morning. The first thing he did was to call on the editor of the Times. "Here's something," he said, tossing a few typewritten pages on the editor's desk. "This'll settle Warrington's hash, Walford." "What is it?" asked Walford. "Read it and see for yourself." McQuade sat down and picked up the early New York papers. Walford read slowly.
He reached for the telephone and began to call up the familiar haunts of his henchman. He located him at length in Martin's saloon. There was evidently some reluctance on the part of Bolles. "Bolles, if you are not at my office inside of ten minutes, I'll break you, and you know what I mean." McQuade hung up the receiver. "He'll be right over. Now, what's all this mystery about?"
I was at my hair-dresser's one morning, when a woman who is an intimate of McQuade, the politician, came in. She dropped a letter. McQuade had written it. It told definitely the information you have in your hand." "You have that letter?" Patty was conscious of a strange numbness stealing over her. "No, I haven't. I read it, and sent it to its owner. I consider myself very fortunate.
Perhaps, after all, it's just as well. I've got another idea. I can see that I've made a mistake." McQuade started down the stairs to the street and met Warrington coming up. The two men paused for a moment, then went on. Once on the sidewalk, McQuade turned and hesitated. No, he had nothing to say to Mr. Warrington. He strode down the street toward his own offices.
"On the morning they go out, I'll send you my check for five hundred." "For the union?" "I'll send it to you, and you can use it as you see fit. On Monday morning, then." "Sure thing." They smoked for a while. Suddenly McQuade laid a bulky envelope on the table, got up and went out. Morrissy weighed the envelope carefully, thrust it into his pocket, and also departed.
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