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"I'll get my clothes on in a minute." He laughed sourly as he was pulling on his boots some moments later. "Looks as if the grand jury's hard up for something to do," he observed.
"Yeah," Soriki echoed, "looked like we might be sandwich meat there for a while. The kid knows his stuff after all." Raf grinned a little sourly, but he did not answer that. He ought to know his trade. Why else would he be along? They were each specialists in one or two fields. But he had good sense enough to keep his mouth shut. That way the less one had to regret minutes or hours later.
There was less charcoal being burned now than formerly; the Ullr Company had been bringing in great quantities of synthetic thermoconcentrate-fuel, and had been setting up nuclear furnaces and nuclear-electric power-plants, wherever they gained a foothold on the planet. As planets went, Ullr was no bargain, he thought sourly.
A stout, florid man, with red side-whiskers and a general air of good living, sat by an over-shadowing desk in the handsome office, and looked sourly at us as we entered. He was not alone, for a young man could be seen in a side room that was lettered "Secretary's Office." "Ah, Mr. Knapp," he said, bowing deferentially to the millionaire, and rubbing his fat red hands.
With some idea of not hurting his feelings I blinked at him in an interested manner. But when he proceeded to ask me mysteriously whether I remembered what had passed just now between that Steward of ours and "that man Hamilton," I only grunted sourly assent and turned away my head. "Aye. But do you remember every word?" he insisted tactfully. "I don't know.
"Well, if there's any luck, Jem and me will divide fifteen shillings between us." "Very good; then I'll give you seven-and-six-pence now. Here are your three half-crowns. Will you come with me?" The sulky giant smiled sourly and said, "I don't see why I should not. Where are you for?"
Matt Peasley paused and bent a beetling glance, first at Cappy Ricks and then at Skinner. "Was she to carry soft coal or anthracite?" he demanded. "I don't know," Mr. Skinner quavered. "Search me!" Cappy Ricks piped up sourly. "I thought so. For the sake of argument we'll assume it's soft coal, because anthracite has not as yet become popular as steamship fuel.
So much was wise to promise to men who could draw conclusions so dexterously. "You shall have it," he said, and rose from his seat, this time unrestrained by the Norman's pressure. "There is my hand on it," he added. Cocardasse appeared not to perceive the extended hand as he slapped the hilt of his sword. "Here is my rapier, which answers for me." Peyrolles smiled sourly.
The film showed itself in Obenreizer's eyes, and the smile came something sourly to Obenreizer's lips. To have told Vendale that there was no reasonable prospect of his coming back in good time, would have been to risk offending a man whose favourable opinion was of solid commercial importance to him.
There's good reason to believe that he had securities, bank notes, loose diamonds, and other things on him to the value of a large amount. He'd several thousand pounds when he left Coolumbidgee, in New South Wales, where he'd lived quietly for some years." Miss Baylis smiled sourly. "What's all this to me?" she asked. "Possibly nothing. But you see, that money, those securities, may be recovered.
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