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They paused at a neighbouring court to watch for a moment a white-clad quartette of boys who were battling for the doubles championship. "Semi-final round," explained Amy. "The winners meet Scannel and Boynton tomorrow. It'll be a good match. What's the score, Hal?" "Brooks and Chase have won one set and they're three love on this, Amy," replied the boy addressed. "Thought so," said Amy.
"Why, what all has Scannel ever done to you?" demanded the other, amazed. "Nothing, but I found out the other day that old Hargus poor old, broken-backed, half-starved Hargus I found out that it was Scannel that ruined him. Hargus and he had a big deal on, you know oh, ages ago and Scannel sold out on him. Great God, it was the dirtiest, damnedest treachery I ever heard of!
But if I lay my hands on Scannel if we catch him in the corner holy, suffering Moses, but I'll make him squeal!" Gretry nodded, to say he understood and approved. "I guess you've got him," he remarked. "Well, I must get to bed. Good night, J." "Good night, Sam. See you in the morning." And before the door of the room was closed, Jadwin was back at the table again.
Scannel, I say. You know, Dave Scannel." The old man looked at him confusedly. Then, as the name forced itself upon the atrophied brain, there flashed, for one instant, into the pale, blurred eye, a light, a glint, a brief, quick spark of an old, long-forgotten fire. It gleamed there an instant, but the next sank again.
Jadwin took the picture without looking at it, and as he continued to speak, held it in his fingers, and occasionally tapped it upon the desk. "I know. I know, Hargus," he answered. "I got a good deal to say, Mr. David Scannel. Do you see this old man here?" "Oh-h, cut it out!" growled the other. "It's Hargus. You know him very well. You used to know him better.
You listen to me and take my orders. That's what you're here to-day for. If you think you can get your wheat somewheres else, suppose you try." Scannel sullenly settled himself in his place. He did not answer. Hargus, his eye wandering again, looked distressfully from one to the other. Then Jadwin, after shuffling among the papers of his desk, fixed a certain memorandum with his glance.
It was in seventy-eight.... The secretary of the Board announced our suspension at ten in the morning. If the Board had not voted to make wheat in the cars 'regular' " He went on and on, in an impassive monotone, repeating, word for word, the same phrases he had used for so long that they had lost all significance. "Well," broke in Jadwin, at last, "it was Scannel your partner, did for you.
"Kinzie," he said to the clerk who answered it, "after the close of the market to-day send delivery slips for a million and a half wheat to Mr. Scannel. His account with us has been settled." Jadwin turned to the old man, reaching out the second check to him. "Here you are, Hargus. Put it away carefully. You see what it is, don't you?
I'll let you have the balance of that wheat at a dollar forty. Make the check payable to bearer as before." For a second Scannel hesitated, his face purple, his teeth grinding together, then muttering his rage beneath his breath, opened his check book again. "Thank you," said Jadwin as he took the check. He touched his call bell.
But Scannel has not shown up yet. I thought when we put up the price again Friday we'd bring him in. I thought you'd figured out that he couldn't stand that rise." "He can't stand it," answered Gretry. "He'll be in to see you to-morrow or next day." "To-morrow or next day won't do," answered Jadwin. "I want to put the knife into him to-day.
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