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"How?" he demanded again in his sharp way. Bull laughed. "Here," he cried, holding out the letters he had found. "I best pass you these. That's from Peterman. There's not much written, but a deal lies under the writing. You'll see he asks permission for a representative of the Skandinavia to wait on us.
I just had to fall for that. You see, this thing meant so much to me. It was the first big thing I'd handled, and and I was so crazy to make good for you. So I promised. And it wasn't till after it was all fixed I realised the mean way I'd acted. You'll forgive me, won't you, Mr. Peterman? I just hadn't a notion to be mean, and I was all tired to death.
Peterman friendly?" "As amiable as a tame shark." "That's pretty fierce." Bull shook his head. "It's just a way of putting it. Y'see even a tame shark don't get over a lifetime habit of swallowing most things that come his way. Peterman figures to swallow me whole." Nancy's eyes widened. But the man's tone had been undisturbed.
There was no one to tell you. You simply didn't know the thing you were doing. "This man Peterman was good to you. He held out prospects that glittered. It was good enough. And all the time he was looking to steal your birthright. The birthright of every Canadian. That makes you feel bad. Sure it does. I can see it. But I got to tell it that way, because Here, I'm on the other side.
He would willingly have asked the question. But he remembered her written commission, signed by Elas Peterman. So he was left with no alternative but to yield the utmost respect. "Y'see, mam," he went on easily. "I guess I could talk quite a piece on this thing, but maybe you won't fancy my dope. Skandinavia's been badly spoilt by the cut in the Shagaunty Valley. You've seen it all.
Just as sure as they're going to cost you a heap more than when you were busy treating the fortune that Shagaunty handed you like the worst fool-head spendthrift who ever broke a bank at the gambling tables." Bull rose abruptly from his chair. "I'm obliged for this interview, Mr. Peterman," he went on. "It's suited me. That's why I came along down in a hurry.
He possessed all the Teutonic capacity for self-abnegation in the presence of the power it is necessary to woo. There was only one master when the great financier was present. Elas Peterman knew that his part was to listen and obey with just that humility which he would have demanded had the position been reversed. Another type than Hellbeam's would have despised the attitude.
"I didn't invite you here to sell you the Skandinavia," Peterman blustered, giving way to anger he could not restrain. "No. And I didn't accept your invitation for the purpose of selling Sachigo. If there's any buying and selling going on you'd best understand quite clearly I am the buyer." There was a dangerous light in Bull's eyes levelled so steadily on the angry face of the Swede.
She saw only the tall figure of Peterman, standing waiting for her beyond his desk in such a position that, to reach him, she must pass herself in review before the devouring gaze of the great banker. She walked briskly towards him, her short skirt yielding the seductive rustle of the silk beneath it. Her movements were beyond words in grace.
So Peterman and his friends reckon to buy me. You're wise to it all?" Bull's eyes were levelled squarely at the girl's. There was a challenge in them. But there was no roughness. It was his purpose to arrive at the full measure of the girl's feelings and attitude, so far as this effort on the part of his rivals was concerned. Nancy was swift to understand.
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