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Tiernan added, with a pardonable touch of pride. "What did you say?" inquired Janet, curiously. "Say?" repeated Mr. Tiernan. "It's not much I had to say, Miss Janet. I was all ready to go to Mr. Gillmount, his boss. I'm guessing he won't take much pleasure on this trip." She asked for no more details. Once more Janet and Mr.
Climbing these, he pulled the bell, and they stood waiting in the twilight of a half-closed vestibule until presently shuffling steps were heard within; the door was cautiously opened, not more than a foot, but enough to reveal a woman in a loose wrapper, with an untidy mass of bleached hair and a puffy face like a fungus grown in darkness. "I want to see Miss Lise Bumpus," Mr. Tiernan demanded.
However, in the midst of this uproar the goings to and fro of Gilgan, Edstrom, Kerrigan, and Tiernan were nor fully grasped. A more urbanely shifty pair than these latter were never seen. While fraternizing secretly with both Gilgan and Edstrom, laying out their political programme most neatly, they were at the same time conferring with Dowling, Duvanicki, even McKenty himself.
Tiernan had returned. "She's gone with him," said Janet, not as a question, but as one stating a fact. Mr. Tiernan nodded. "They took the nine-thirty-six for Boston yesterday morning. Eddy Colahan was at the depot." Janet rose. "Thank you," she said simply. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "I'm going to Boston," she answered. "I'm going to find out where she is."
"But I'm willing to buy that with my own money." It was not the purchase of the gun that was troubling him. It was the thought that he had never in all his life so much as discharged a revolver. He would not even know how to load it. But then Tiernan would doubtless be able to show him. A telephone bell was shrilling at the editor's elbow.
If it ain't Smiling Mike." Another Voice. "How much do you expect to get, Mike?" "I want to say I can lick any man that wants to come down here and talk to me to my face. I'm not afraid of no ropes and no guns. These corporations have done everything for the city " A Voice. "Aw!" Alderman Tiernan. "If it wasn't for the street-car companies we wouldn't have any city." Ten Voices. "Aw!"
And with the timely arrival of Tiernan and that armed guard came an end to the most audacious and staggering criminal coup of the century! It was all very beautiful, the very finest of fine writing. Trotter poured his ardent and exultant young soul into it.
It was staggering. At this news Mr. Kerrigan, who had been calculating on a number of thousands of dollars for his vote on various occasions, stared incredulously. "Well, I'll be damned!" he commented. "They've got a nerve! What?" "I've been talking to this fellow Klemm of the twentieth," said Mr. Tiernan, sardonically. "Say, he's a real one! I met him over at the Tremont talkin' to Hvranek.
"And how about the first, Kerrigan?" inquired Ungerich, a thin, reflective German-American of shrewd presence. Ungerich was one who had hitherto wormed himself higher in McKenty's favor than either Kerrigan or Tiernan. "Oh, the first's all right," replied Kerrigan, archly. "Of course you never can tell. This fellow Scully may do something, but I don't think it will be much.
"Jack," he pleaded, "don't be a hog all the time. The Yankee Prince is an eight thousand ton vessel and it's a two-tug job. Better send us both, Tiernan, and play safe. Chances are our competitors have three tugs on the way right now." "What a wonderful imagination you have, Dan. Eight thousand tons! You're crazy, man.
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