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Updated: June 22, 2025
The Prophet's morning greeting did not make for amity. He stood straight and pointed in turn to the visible statues and then to Tasper Britt, in person. "Baal, and the images of Baal!" he shouted. "Stone, all three!" Then he stepped from the door and spread a prodigiously big umbrella an umbrella striped in dingy colors and of the size of the canopies seen over the drivers of delivery wagons.
"It has been going on a long time the trouble between 'em, son. For two men who look alike outside, they're about as different inside as any two I've ever known. Tasper has been all for grab! He grabbed away Usial's share of the home place and then he grabbed Mehitable Dole while she was keeping company with Usial.
"And I'll grab in as cashier till my bigger projects get started. I've got a natural knack for handling money, Tasper." The banker winced. "We can make it all snug, right in the family," insisted Harnden. He jumped up, opened the door into the hallway, and called. He kept calling, his tones growing more emphatic, till the girl replied from abovestairs.
But because Usial had taken to going about in public places wherever Tasper appeared, and unobtrusively got as near his brother as possible on those occasions, and winked and pointed to himself and suggested "Before using!" the malice was apparent. Usial, in the door, stroked his smooth poll complacently and grinned. Tasper, on the porch, shook his fist.
Just now it's more important for you to be told that Tasper Britt, by his own acts, has confessed that he robbed the Egypt Trust Company." "Well, I'll be damnationed!" blurted the big man, with such whole-souled astonishment that the mode of expression was pardonable. "And I thought that plenty and enough was happening in this town for one night!" "Frank, this is Colonel Norman Wincott.
Stickney did not argue the matter further. He looked like a man who was disgusted because he had wasted so much time trying to get around a Tasper Britt stony "No!" He picked up his papers, stamped out, and slammed the door. Britt shook himself, like a spiritualist medium trying to induce the trance state, and went back to his writing. After a time a dull, thrumming sound attracted his attention.
"Thank you!" said the young man, and he went on his way. He was reflecting on that text the Prophet had enunciated. Might it not apply as well to Tasper Britt? Vaniman was indicted; he was tried; he was convicted; he was sentenced to serve seven years in the state prison. He refused to allow Squire Hexter to appeal the case.
She went out into the hall, got her sunshade, and left the house. She still had her work at the bank; the progress of liquidation was slow. Tasper Britt, from his office window, saw her coming. She wore no hat. The parasol framed the face that was still glowing after her battle for the sanctity of her love.
The voice of Usial checked the melee. He shouted with a compelling quality in his tone. As the man on whom they proposed to bestow the town's highest honor, he had already acquired new authority. The men loosed Tasper Britt. "This is between brothers," said Usial. He had stepped from his doorway. He stood alone. "What outsider dares to interfere?"
Her fortitude seemed to be unaffected; her loyalty heartened him. And after a time hope intervened and comforted him; although Vaniman had only a few friends on the job for him in Egypt, he reflected that Tasper Britt had plenty of enemies who would operate constantly and for the indirect benefit of Britt's especial victim. The young man felt that accident might disclose the truth at any time.
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