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Updated: May 29, 2025
He shoved his completed narrative back under the roll-top of Devore's desk, where the city editor would see it the very first thing when he came to work; and as he straightened up with a little grunt of satisfaction and stretched his arms out the last of his fine-linen shirts, with a rending sound, ripped down the plaited front, from collarband almost to waistline.
"Distillin's a wicked business." "People thought differently about many things in my grandfather's day." The widow sniffed. "Wrong's wrong. Is that Seneca Bowers's roll-top desk?" "It was Mr. Bowers's. I bought it when we dissolved partnership." "Law books, too?" "Yes." "Threw in the pictur's, I s'pose?" indicating some dingy lithographs of political worthies past and present.
The legal papers were carefully stowed in an inside pocket, and he was about to close down his roll-top desk when the package of bank-bills met his eye. He frowned perplexedly; then picking up the bundle he dropped it into the same pocket with the papers belonging to Mr. Sandford. He went out, closing the door behind him.
But if you really mean that you're not inclined for the social amenities just now, let us leave compliments and talk business. He stepped to the table, glanced through the papers arranged there in order, and then turned to the open roll-top desk. He looked into the drawers swiftly. 'I see this has been cleared out. Well now, inspector, I suppose we play the game as before.
The old man's brow wrinkled, and he pressed his lips tightly together to keep them from trembling. Gordon was glad he had not yet given orders for the removal of his study, and when they entered he drew the lid of his roll-top desk down quickly, that his father might not see Kate's picture where he had once seen Ruth's.
"Out, thief!" he cried. "You can't sell us anything; so we don't want you hanging round this office. You might steal the safe or a roll-top desk, or something." Heyfuss departed, laughing good-naturedly, and Matt Peasley turned to confront Cappy Ricks. The latter had shrunk up in his chair and was looking as chopfallen and guilty as a dog caught sucking eggs.
"Where's Robert?" demands Old Hickory, marchin' out of his private office and glarin' at the closed roll-top. "I expect he's takin' the afternoon off," says I, maybe grinnin' a bit. "Huh!" says the boss. "The second this week! I thought that fool regatta was over." "Yes, sir, it is," says I. "Besides, he didn't enter." "Oh!" says Mr. Ellins. "Then it isn't a case of a sixty-footer!"
I don't know whether he did or not; for five minutes after that Heiny has my old seat, and I'm inside behind the ground-glass door, sittin' at a reg'lar roll-top, with a lot of file cases spread out, puzzlin' over this incorporation junk that makes the Fundin' Comp'ny the little joker in the Corrugated deck.
M'Ginnis jerked aside the roll-top desk and falling on his knees before a small but massive safe built into the wall behind, set the combination and swung open the heavy door, talking to his companion as he did so and quite unconscious of the pale face that watched him through the dingy window. "That dam' Soapy's gettin' ugly," he was saying, "an' it don't do t' get ugly with me, Heine, boy!
"I don't have to use my legs as much as I once did," said Tom. And this remark brought to an end the first phase of this conversation, brought to an end, apparently, all conversation whatsoever. Tom racked his brain for a new topic, opened his roll-top desk, drummed on it, looked up at the ceiling and whistled softly, and then turned and faced again the imperturbable Euphrasia.
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