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"Have you any understanding as to an extension of that temporary franchise, in case the N.C.O. desires it?" "Well, yes not in writing, however. I gave Ogilvy to understand that if he was not ready in thirty days, an extension could readily be arranged." "Any witnesses?" "I am not such a fool, sir," Poundstone declared with asperity.
Five minutes after dinner was over, Shirley joined her uncle in the library and announced that His Honor, the Mayor, and Mrs. Poundstone, would be delighted to dine with them on the following Thursday night.
"You understand, of course, that I am speaking for and can make you no firm promises. However " He smiled again. "All I have to say is that you'll do!" "Thank you," said Henry Poundstone, Junior. "Thank you ever so much."
I shall put in my crossing Sunday morning, and if you don't believe it, drop around and see me in action." "You mustn't try," protested Shirley. "Rondeau is there with his crew and he has orders to stop you. Besides, you can't expect help from the police. Uncle Seth has made a deal with the Mayor," Shirley pleaded frantically. "That for the police and that venal Mayor Poundstone!"
The free end of the cable snapped back like a whip, and " "I hold to the opinion," Mrs. Poundstone interrupted, "that if one wishes for a thing hard enough and just keeps on wishing, one is bound to get it." "My dear," said Mr. Poundstone impressively, "if you would only confine yourself to wishing, I assure you your chances for success would be infinitely brighter."
He laughed shortly. "It means, of course, that I'll have to telegraph to San Francisco to-morrow and buy her a later model. Thank goodness, she has a birthday to-morrow! Have a fresh cigar, Mayor." Riding home that night in Shirley Sumner's car Mrs. Poundstone leaned suddenly toward her husband, threw a fat arm around his neck and kissed him. "Oh, Henry, you darling!" she purred.
Buck Ogilvy extended his hand in benediction and let it drop lightly on Henry Poundstone's thin shoulder. Henry quivered with anticipation under that gentle accolade and swallowed his heart while the great Ogilvy made a portentous announcement. "My dear Poundstone," he said earnestly, "I am not a man to forget clever work. At the proper time I shall " He smiled his radiant smile.
Suddenly, however, Pennington turned toward his guest and fixed the latter with a serious glance. "I hadn't anticipated discussing this matter with you, Poundstone, and you must forgive me for it; but the fact is I might as well be frank with you I am very greatly interested in the operation of this proposed railroad." "Indeed! Financially?" "Yes, but not in the financial way you think.
"At last!" she murmured, and crept down the stairs, pausing behind the heavy portieres at the entrance to the living room. "That you, Poundstone?" she heard him saying rapidly into the transmitter. "Pennington speaking. Young Bryce Cardigan is behind that N.C.O. outfit, and it's a logging-road and not intended to build through to Grant's Pass at all.
I take it, therefore, that when the N.C.O. applies for its franchise to run through Sequoia, neither you nor your city council will consider the proposition at all." "I cannot, of course, speak for the city council " Poundstone began, but Pennington's cold, amused smile froze further utterance. "Be frank with me, Poundstone. I am not a child.
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