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Updated: June 16, 2025
Hence Ogilvy's visit to Mayor Poundstone doubtless on the advice of Bryce Cardigan. Hence, also, his visit to young Henry Poundstone, whom he had doubtless engaged as his legal representative in order to ingratiate himself with the young man's father. Coarse work! Ogilvy had carried a small leather bag to and from Henry Poundstone's office. That bag was readily explained.
"She's been my ally all along, and I never suspected it! I wonder what her game can be." He sat musing for a long time. "Yes," he concluded presently, "old Poundstone has double-crossed us and Pennington made it worth his while. And the Colonel sold the Mayor his niece's automobile.
However, it's not too late yet. Poundstone is coming over to dinner Thursday night, and I'll wring the swine dry before he leaves the house. And as for those rails Cardigan managed to hornswoggle me out of " He seized the telephone and fairly shouted to his exchange operator to get his woods-foreman Jules Rondeau on the line. "That you, Rondeau?" he shouted when the big French Canadian responded.
Rodgers informed me that Lieutenant Poundstone was aboard, who knew me as a "promoter" for the Smithsonian Institute at Washington, he having been aboard the "Chicago" when it visited Tamatave, and when Admiral Howison declined to convey my "gay and festive" collection of wild animals to America. I would be most happy to see him.
It had contained a bribe in gold coin and young Henry had been selected as the go- between. That meant that Mayor Poundstone had agreed to deliver the franchise for a consideration; and like the smooth scoundrel he was, he wanted his bit in gold coin, which could not be marked without the marks being discovered!
"Heard the McKinnon people had a man killed up in their woods yesterday, Colonel," Poundstone remarked, hoping against hope to divert the conversation. "Yes. The fellow's own fault," Pennington replied.
Up here, whenever anybody wants a franchise from the city, they always hire an attorney to get it for them, so I didn't think anything about this but just naturally went and got it for you. If it ain't right, why, say so and I'll have it made right." Old Poundstone nudged his son in the short ribs and winked drolly. "Let him get the idea you're a fly bird and on to your job."
I feel certain, however, I can find some less expensive means of keeping them out of it say by convincing Poundstone and a majority of the city council that the N. C. O. is not such a public asset as its promoters claim for it. Hence I think it wise to sound the situation out in advance, don't you, my dear?" She nodded. "I shall attend to the matter, Uncle Seth."
Shirley smiled, and put the car up in the garage. When she returned to the house her maid Thelma informed her that Mr. Bryce Cardigan had been calling her on the telephone. So she called Bryce up at once. "Has Poundstone returned your car?" he queried. "Why, yes. What makes you ask?" "Oh, I had a suspicion he might.
"Dammit, you'll drive me crazy yet," Poundstone gurgled, and subsided. The Pennington butler, a very superior person, opened the door and swept them with a faintly disapproving glance. It is possible that he found Mayor Poundstone, who was adorned with a white string tie, a soft slouch hat, a Prince Albert coat, and horseshoe cut vest, mildly amusing. The Poundstones entered.
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