Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 23, 2025
They've admitted it under oath after I had shown them what we could do to them if they didn't." "Whitredge began to plan for that very thing almost at the first," I put in. "It was he who put the idea of running way into my head." "Sure he did.
"I wanted to have a little private conversation with you which might be of considerable interest to us both." And Mr. Crewe laid down on the desk a somewhat formidable roll of papers. "I trust the presence of Senator Whitredge will not deter you," answered Mr. Flint. "He is an old friend of mine." Mr. Crewe was on his feet again with surprising alacrity, and beside the senator's chair.
And Whitredge says that Jake Botcher is talking reform." "I guess Botcher and Bascom know their business," said Mr. Vane. If Mr. Flint had been a less concentrated man, he might have observed that the Honourable Hilary had not cut a piece of Honey Dew this afternoon. "What is their business?" asked Mr. Flint a little irrelevantly for him. "What you and I taught 'em," said Mr. Vane. Mr.
"You have those two papers the letter and the petition," I said, with an uncontrollable shudder. "You'll never know how near Whitredge came to winning out. I was just about to sign when you came." "Whitredge is a dangerous man," was Benedict's comment. "He took the train from Glendale last night, and the detective went with him, wiring me from a station up the line.
After Runnels had brought me my supper, and I had nothing to do but to wait for the constable and train-time, I did the very thing that Whitredge had advised me not to do; I couldn't get it out of my mind that freedom at any price was now the most desirable thing on earth in the universe, for that matter.
In a flash all the injustice I had suffered at the hands of Abel Geddis and Abner Withers and Cyrus Whitredge piled in upon me and there was no room in my heart for anything but retaliation. Benedict clipped and lighted a cigar, and Barrett sat back in his chair and stared at the gas-fixture in the center of the ceiling. "I can't blame you much, Jimmie," he offered.
I am glad of this opportunity of assuring you that we do not," he continued, leaning forward and holding up his hand to ward off interruption, "and I know that Senator Whitredge will bear me out in this statement, too." The senator nodded gravely. Mr. Crewe, who was anything but a fool, and just as assertive as Mr. Flint, cut in. "Look here, Mr. Flint," he said, "I know what a lobby is.
Ridout, voicing the gesture; "they tell me that Tom Gaylord's done some pretty slick work. Now I leave it to you, Manning, if that isn't a mess!" At this moment the conversation was interrupted by the appearance on the stairway of the impressive form of United States Senator Whitredge, followed by a hall boy carrying the senatorial gripsack.
Whitredge in the eye. "Who is the dark horse?" he demanded. The members of the conference coughed again, looked at each other, and there was a silence. For some inexplicable reason, nobody cared to mention the name of Austen Vane. The Honourable Hilary pointed at the basswood table. "Senator," he said, "I understand you have been telephoning Mr. Flint. Have you got orders to sit down there?"
Crewe had no means of knowing whether Senator Whitredge had been in conference with Mr. Braden or not. "The senator mentioned your name casually, in some connection," said Mr. Crewe. "He knows," Mr. Braden repeated, with a finality that spoke volumes for the senator's judgment; and he bent over into Mr.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking