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"Get the Reuton Star. All about the bribery." He held up the paper. It's huge black head-lines looked dull and old and soggy. But the story they told was new and live and startling. "The Mayor Trapped," shrilled the head-lines. "Attempt to Pass Big Bribe at Baldpate Inn Foiled by Star Reporter. Hayden of the Suburban Commits Suicide to Avoid Disgrace." "Give me a paper, boy," said the mayor.
The train was in the Reuton suburbs now. At a neat little station it slowed down to a stop, and a florid policeman entered the smoking-car. Cargan looked up. "Hello, Dan," he said. His voice was lifeless; the old-time ring was gone. The policeman removed his helmet and shifted it nervously. "I thought I'd tell you, Mr. Cargan," he said "I thought I'd warn you. You'd better get off here.
And indeed he had, on the instant when his eyes fell upon the Reuton Star. Miss Thornhill approached, her dark smiling eyes on Magee. Kendrick looked at her proudly, and spoke suddenly, determinedly: "You're right, I will forget. She shall help me." "Mr. Magee," said the girl, "I'm so pleased at the splendid end to your impulsive philanthropy.
It was a poor speech compared to what was in his heart, but Billy Magee was rapidly learning that most of the pretty speeches went with puppets who could not feel. Bland and Max came in from a brisk walk on the veranda. The mayor of Reuton, who had been dozing near the desk, stirred. "Great air up here," remarked Mr. Max, rubbing his hands before the fire.
Filling the door leading to the outer room, he beheld the cause of his awakening the mayor of Reuton. Mr. Cargan regarded him with the cold steely eye of a Disraeli in action, but when he spoke he opened the jaws of a cocktail mixer. "Well, young fellow," he remarked, "it seems to me it was time you got up and faced the responsibilities of the day.
I am certain that when you know all the details you will be glad to return with me to Reuton and do all in your power to help us regain possession of that package." And now the town hall informed Mr. Magee that the hour was eleven. He pictured a train flying like a black shadow through the white night. Was she on it safe?
While he talked, the eyes of Lou Max looked out at him from behind the incongruous gold-rimmed glasses, with the devotion of the dog to its master clearly written in them. Mr. Magee had read many articles about this picturesque Cargan who had fought his way with his fists to the position of practical dictator in the city of Reuton.
"We had an excellent breakfast at Mrs. Quimby's. Really, you should have stayed. By the way, where is Bland?" "Got shaky in the knees," said Cargan. "Afraid of the reformers. Ain't had much experience in these things, or he'd know he might just as well tremble at the approach of a blue-bottle fly. We put him on a train going the other direction from Reuton early this morning.
But that state of affairs don't last long with me, young fellow. I'll go to the bottom of this before the day is out, believe me. And if I can't do anything else, I'll take you back to Reuton myself and throw you in jail for robbery." "I wouldn't do that," smiled Magee.
In the editorial on that first page the triumphant cry of the Star arose to shatter its fellows in the heavens. At last, said the editor, the long campaign which his paper alone of all the Reuton papers had waged against a corrupt city administration was brought to a successful close. The victory was won. How had this been accomplished?
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