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"Lucky the manners and customs of the summer folks aren't carried over into the winter," he said. "Imagine a Mrs. Clark asked to sit at table with the mayor of Reuton and his picturesque but somewhat soiled friend, Mr. Max. I hope the dinner is a huge success." The girl laughed. "The natural nervousness of a host," she remarked. "Don't worry. The hermit and his tins won't fail you."
"Some very entertaining research work." "Yes," reflected Magee slowly, "I suppose such things do exist. Go on, please." "I had loudly proclaimed my championship of civic virtue, however, and here was a chance to serve Reuton. I acquiesced. The day I was to start up here, poor Kendrick came back. He, too, had been a student of mine; a friend of both Drayton and Hayden.
Ten feet away in the flickering half-light, the immense bulk of the mayor of Reuton reposed on the arm of a leather couch, and before him stood his lithe unpleasant companion, Lou Max, side by side with Mr. Bland, whose talk of haberdashery was forever stilled. The candles sputtered, the storm angrily rattled the windows; Mr. Peters flitted like a hairy wraith about the table.
I suggest, though I do not demand, that you pick comfortable chairs. For the vigil that you are about to begin will prove a long one." "What d'you mean?" asked the mayor of Reuton, coming militantly to Professor Bolton's side. Magee did not reply. Miss Norton and her mother came down the stair, the former wrapped in a great coat. She stood on the bottom step, her cheeks flushed, her eyes ablaze.
"See here," cried the mayor angrily, "there ain't no question but that you can find me in Reuton any time you want me. At the little room on Main Street anybody can tell you my hours the door's always open to any reformer that has the nerve to climb the stairs. Look me up there. I'll make it interesting for you." "I certainly shall," the professor replied. "And very soon.
"Of course he did," replied Cargan. "But that's what they all say." "He intends to keep his word." The mayor of Reuton slid into the shadows. "To think he'd do this thing to me," he whined. "After all I've done for him." "As I was saying, Mr. Magee," continued the professor, "Mr. Kendrick and I came up here to secure this package of money as evidence against Cargan and the man above.
Sometimes as I've sat in my shack at night and read, it's come to me that all the greatest works since the world began have been those that never got finished." The Reuton train roared up to them through the gray morning, and paused impatiently at Upper Asquewan Falls. Aboard it clambered the hermits, amateur and professional. Mr.
Miss Norton is going to take it away with her she is to catch the ten-thirty train for Reuton. The train arrives at its destination at twelve. Much as it pains me to say it, no one will leave this room before twelve-fifteen." "You crook!" roared Cargan. Mr. Magee smiled as he put the package in the girl's hand. "Possibly," he said. "But, Mr.
"Cargan says he will fight." "Of course he will," she replied. "But this will prove Napoleon's Waterloo. Whether or not he is sent to prison and perhaps he can escape that, he's very clever his power in Reuton is broken. He can't possibly win at the next election it comes very soon. I'm so glad. For years our editor has been fighting corruption, in the face of terrible odds and temptations.
"Even so," replied the professor, "his high-handed career of graft in Reuton must come to a speedy close. He is of a type fast vanishing through the awakening public conscience. And his career will end, I assure you, despite the fact that you, Mr. Magee, have seen fit to send our evidence scurrying through the night at the behest of a chit of a girl. I beg your pardon I shall continue.
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