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"Certainly, if the facts constitute that kind of an argument." "What of that picture of Horace Vanney? Is that news?" "Why not? It goes to the root of the whole trouble." "To print that kind of stuff," said Mr. Gordon forcibly, "would make The Ledger a betrayer of its own cause. What you personally believe is not the point." "I believe in facts."
In this instance his offering upon the altar of publicity, carefully typed and mimeographed, had just enough importance to entitle it to a paragraph of courtesy. After it was given out to those who called, Mr. Vanney detained Banneker. "Have you read the morning papers, Mr. Banneker?" "Yes. That's my business, Mr. Vanney."
Tact inspired Cressey to say at once: "Of course, that's all you had to consider. By the way, you haven't seen my revered uncle since you got here, have you?" "Mr. Vanney? No." "Better drop in on him." "He might try to give me another yellow-back," smiled the ex-agent. "Don't take Uncle Van for a fool. Once is plenty for him to be hit on the nose." "Has he still got a green whisker?" "Go and see.
"It isn't a question of Horace Vanney, at all," he declared. "He's just an incident." "When are you going to write your Laird editorial?" "All written. I've got a proof in my pocket." She made as if to hold out her hand; but withdrew it. "After dinner," she said. "The little enclosed porch off the conservatory." Amused and confirmatory glances followed them as they withdrew together.
"I handled no such case that I recall. Now, as to your own helpfulness, I wish to make clear that I appreciate it." Mr. Vanney launched into a flowery tribute of the after-dinner variety, leaning forward to rest a hand upon Banneker's desk as he spoke. When the speech was over and the hand withdrawn, something remained among the strewn papers. Banneker regarded it with interest.
Vanney, after a few words, took his departure. Banneker invited the newcomer to take the chair thus vacated. As he did so he brushed something to the floor and picked it up. "Hello! What's this? Looks like a hundred-bucker. Yours?" He held out the bill. Banneker shook his head. "Your uncle left it." "It isn't a habit of his," replied the other. "Give it to him for me, will you?" "Certainly.
Banneker nodded, and with that nod dismissed the subject quite as effectually as Mr. Horace Vanney himself could have done. "Did you attend all the injured?" he asked. "All the serious ones, I think." "Was there a young girl among them, dark and good-looking, whose name began " "The one my addle-brained young nephew has been pestering me about? Miss I. O. W.?" "Yes. He reported her to me."
"On that principle, Horace Vanney must have," remarked Jim Maitland. "He's fighting Laird, tooth and nail, and certainly he represents one phase of Wall Street activity." "My revered uncle," drawled Herbert Cressey, "considers that the present administration is too tender of the working-man or, rather, working-woman when she strikes.
"You are not over-loyal to your employer, sir," commented the other severely. "At least I'm defending the paper against your aspersions," returned Banneker. "Most unfair," pursued Mr. Vanney. "Why publish such matter at all? It merely stirs up more discontent and excites hostility against the whole industrial system which has made this country great.
"You don't owe me anything," stated the agent. "I can't take this!" "What! Pride? Tut-tut." "Why not?" asked Banneker. Finding no immediate and appropriate answer to this simple question, Mr. Vanney stared. "The company pays me. There's no reason why you should pay me. If anything, I ought to pay you for what you did at the wreck. But I'm not proposing to.
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