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Updated: June 16, 2025
Some time ago Christopher Shayne, the dealer, bought among other things at an auction a nearly black canvas. On having it cleaned, this was the result without doubt the lost Raphael!" "Jove, that's interesting!" exclaimed Derby. "I'd like to see the other. Perhaps I'll have the chance, although Nina wrote that they were leaving for Rome, and that was several weeks ago. But now good-by, sir.
An excellent idea presented itself: some furniture ordered by his firm should carry it in a sofa, and his partner should be advised by cipher letter to remove the picture. J. B. Randolph would buy it, without doubt no need to tell him how it came into Shayne & Co.'s hands. They could swear they bought it in London.
The duke tore the paper up and threw it into the waste-paper basket. Luigi Callucci, who was his servant, gathered the scraps out of the basket and pasted them together. This same Luigi also wrapped up the picture and carried it to Shayne. That's all, officially. Actually, there is a good deal more.
Shayne, the great timber operator on the Seboois waters. Here's Mr. Barber of the Upper Chamberlain, an' " Several of the new arrivals began to deprecate this unceremonious manner of introduction, but the railroad men, recognizing their peers in the business world in these sturdy land barons, came forward with a hearty welcome.
Like huddled sheep, O'Mara's men and Wickersham's watched Joe bear him up the hill. Shayne and Fallon were bending over Harrigan; by the others he lay ignored. It was a mob without a leader until, as is the way in all crises, a new leader arose. Big Louie, stolid face no longer stolid, strode between those two factions and achieved the unknown heights for which his eyes had always hungered.
I am in a position at present to offer you one." "A Raphael!" Shayne showed genuine surprise. "I do not remember one in your collection." "It is not in my own collection. Before giving you further details, however, I must be assured that you are still anxious to purchase, and also that you will observe strict secrecy with regard to it."
He bent a significant look on the lumber king as he went forward to take his hand. "Hush!" he murmured. "I keep my own counsels in business matters when I can do so without betraying the interests of my employers, and when they don't want to be bothered by my personal affairs." Shayne gave the engineer a long stare of honest admiration. "Parker," he gasped, "you never said a word?
Joe was several days absent on that errand which had all but emptied the seething town of men; he returned the same day Barbara was about again, forced to admit that Harrigan and Fallon and Shayne had won clear. And there was nothing left to the disgruntled groups which straggled in behind him, save tall and heated conjecture.
Christopher Shayne, besides, was a shrewd man and reliable, and one who never had been caught in a questionable transaction. In case of his being able to reclaim it, Scorpa would pretend that the picture was burnt or stolen time enough to cross bridges when he came to them. But that chance was beyond all probability.
"Are they guaranteeing this wage for as long as you want to work." Apparently they had decided, too, that there should be no bargaining. "We want our time," Fallon reiterated. "This is going to be a man's year on the river!" "You, also?" Steve inquired of Shayne. That worthy gloated too. "Yes, me also," he came back, "an' a hundred others, before the ice goes out."
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