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I shouldn't wonder if he refused to believe me." "And you'll get promotion? Promotion in Skandinavia?" The girl's eyes sobered on the instant. "Surely. Why not?" "Yes. Why not?" Just for a moment Nancy hesitated. Then her challenge came incisively. "What do you mean?" But the man smilingly shook his head. "You want promotion under Peterman in the Skandinavia?" Nancy's eyes widened.
There's liable to be big work for you in this fight, and I'd say you'll make as good in fight as in peace. You've got my goodwill anyway, my dear, just for all it's worth. That's all." The door had closed behind the girl. Elas Peterman was on his feet pacing the thickly carpeted floor. There was no longer any attempt at disguise.
Peterman designed it, and put it through for all he was worth. Now I want to say I'm glad glad of it all. I've no pity for the Bolshevic dregs of Europe he employed. They were out for loot, they were out to grab the things and the power that other folks set up. Any old death that hit them they amply deserved. As for our folk who've gone under well, we mustn't think too deeply that way.
We turned 'em down cold, and they're mad mad as hell. It means they're in for the fight of their lives. So are we. And we know Peterman an' his gang well enough to know what that means. It's 'rough an' tough. Everything goes. If they can't gouge our eyes they'll do their best to chew us to small meat. But we've got 'em every way. This forest gang is sent by the Skandinavia.
They tell us this man would as soon fight as laugh. That's how Miss McDonald said the missionary, Father Adam, told her." "Father Adam?" The derision in the financier's eyes had deepened. "That's the man that other fool talks of." Peterman shrugged. The sting in the financier's words stirred him to resentment. "I don't know about that. Anyway " "How is it you say? Get busy. Yes."
Somehow as she noted the squarely gazing eyes, and the power in every line of his features, she realised that whatever lines he chose to talk on, nothing could change the decision lying behind it all. She liked him all the better for that, and found herself drawing comparison between him and Elas Peterman to the latter's detriment. "I like that," she cried impulsively.
"You not have heard yet?" The challenge was superlatively offensive. "You a beautiful secretary have. You lose her for weeks months. Yet you do not know of her return yet? Sho! You are not the man for this beautiful secretary. She for me is yes? Hah!" Peterman smiled as was his duty. "I shall be glad to get her back," he said quietly. "But I haven't heard from her at all.
He had no scruple as he feasted his eyes upon her. He did nothing to disguise his admiration, and Nancy, full of her news and the thrilling joy of her success, saw nothing of that which a less absorbed woman, a more experienced woman, must unfailingly have observed. "You've a big story for me," Peterman said, with a light laugh. "Have you completed an option on Sachigo? You look well.
"I'm more indebted than I guessed." The man's denial was instant. "No," he said. "Your apartments are about two blocks from the Château. But tell me, when'll you be through making your report to Peterman?" Nancy's depression passed. She was caught again in the interest of everything. "Why, to-day surely," she said. "You see, I want to get word to you right away." Bull nodded.
Our hands are clean enough, but it's not that way with the skunks that could send you, a girl, almost a child, to do the work, and live the life that boys like Gouter hardly know how to get through. That man, Peterman, is going to get it one day from me if I have luck. And I won't call it murder when I get my hands on his dirty alien throat. But never mind that.
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