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A moment later the door was closed carefully behind her by the man who had thought Elas crazy to employ a woman. "Well?" Elas Peterman was seated behind his desk again. His challenging smile was directed at the heavily breathing figure of the banker who had hurried back to his chair. The great man laughed. It was a curious, unpleasant laugh.
But I tell you this now, there's no sort of business arrangement I ever figgered to enter into with Elas Peterman, and there's no sort of thing in God's world ever could, or would, induce me to come to any terms of his." Then his manner changed again, and his passionate moment became lost in a great laugh.
As a peterman he was a loud ha-ha; as a damper-getter he was just an amateur; as a heel or a houseman, well, them things were just outside him. When it come to the gorilla stuff, he was there a million, though. And when there was a call for fast, quick, soft work, Black Jack was the man. Kid, I can see that you're cut right on his pattern. And here's where you come in with me.
I want it with all my heart. The Skandinavia gave me my first start. They've been very, very good to me. I've big room in my heart for them. Their work's my work all the time. I've nothing but gratitude for Mr. Peterman." "Yes." Bull's smile had passed. He was thinking of Nancy's feeling of gratitude towards the Swede Peterman.
She remembered she had refused to dine with Elas Peterman that night on a plea of weariness, and without a thought had unhesitatingly accepted the invitation of the man whom the Skandinavia had marked down for its victim. For some seconds the enormity of the thing she had done overwhelmed her. Then a belated humour came to her rescue and a shadowy smile drove the trouble from her eyes.
"God damn you to hell!" he exclaimed; "now you got the money and nothing to hinder you." His resentment vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He rose and picked up the lantern, and with their puny illumination they went out together into the dark. On an afternoon of the second autumn following Lettice's death Gordon was fetching home a headstall resewn by Peterman.
I want you to get right inside my mind on that thing so you'll know one of the reasons why I hate that you're sending word to Peterman. You'll maybe understand then the thing that made me fight you, a woman, as well as the others, and treat you in a fashion that's made me hate myself ever since. I'm going to say it as bluntly as I know how.
"Know about Langhorne the fellow that was that I robbed?" repeated Jack. "You robbed?" cut in Kennedy. "So you knew about thermit, then?" Dopey smiled with a sort of pride in his work, much as if he had received a splendid recommendation. "Yes," he replied. "I knew about it got it from a peterman who has studied safes and all that sort of thing.
"And you guess he can be handled?" "I think so." Nancy spread out her hands. "Oh, it's not for me to talk this way to you, Mr. Peterman, but but " "Go on." The man was patiently reassuring as the girl hesitated. "It's good to hear you talk. And then it was you who got him to listen to our proposal at all." The compliment had prompt effect.
Bull Sternford had turned back from the window. He was smiling again. "Yes?" The girl was all eager attention. "I was wondering," Bull went on. "Maybe you'll' fancy hearing how things are fixed after I see Peterman?" "I'll be ever so glad. There's the 'phone. You can get me most any time after business hours. I don't go out much. Nancy broke off to glance out of the window.
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