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"I was just telling you. I said that with a man killed in my room I had a right to some protection. "Protection! What did you do? Ask the man to hide you? Why didn't you get down on your knees and beg his pardon for living?" Frustrated anger made Corson's lips tremble. "I did the best I could! I told him that if I couldn't find out from him what was going on, I'd go to the New York police.
"We have seen enough sights for the evening, I believe," said I. Mrs. Bowser was volubly regretful, but declined Corson's offer to chaperon her through a night of it. On the way home Luella spoke not a word, but Mrs. Bowser filled the time with a detailed account of her emotions and sensations while Corson and his men were searching for us and beating down the door.
There was no more need for silence, and Corson and I reached the landing just as a door opened that let the light stream from within. Two men had sprung to the doorway, and another could be seen faintly outlined in the dark hall. "Holy Mother! it's the cops!" came in an awe-stricken voice at the sight of Corson's star.
It might well be the product of the gentlemen who had been lending such variety to an otherwise uninteresting existence. All these considerations flashed through my mind in the seconds of hesitation that passed before my reply to Policeman Corson's account. "That was very kind of you. You didn't know what was in the letter then?" "No, sor," replied Corson with a touch of wounded pride.
"How much influence can he wield as an agitator, as he threatens to become?" Corson's declaration was less emphatic. "We're conservative, the mass of us, in these parts. Starting trouble isn't wielding influence, Daunt. He'll be going up against the political machine that has always handled this state safely and sanely and we know what to do with trouble-makers."
If you don't, allow me to tell you candidly that if there had been anyone else in the college to put in Corson's place, we would never have called on you, Mr. Briggs." He let that soak in a minute. Then: "Have you ever heard of this man Jordan who will play opposite you to-day?" he asked. "Yes, sir; a very good player, I understand." "A good player!
Mother Borton clutched it, held it up to the candle, and studied it for two or three minutes. "Where did you get it?" I described the circumstances in which it had come into my possession, and repeated the essentials of Corson's story. Mother Borton's sharp, evil face was impassive during my recital. When it was done she muttered: "Gimme a fool for luck."
Again the men in the Executive Chamber swapped uneasy glances. Corson's demeanor invited the Governor to assume the responsibility. His Excellency was manifestly shirking. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the fireplace, as if he felt an impulse to arm himself with the ornamental poker and tongs. "May I come in?" The voice was that of the mayor of Marion. The voice was deprecatory.
This interview had been permitted only because Senator Corson's attention had been absorbed by Mrs. Stanton's hysterical questions. But the lady's fears did not affect her eyesight. She had noted Lana's departure and she caught a glimpse of the mayor when he strode past the ballroom door with his hat in his hand. "Yes, I'll be calm, Senator! I'm sure that we'll be perfectly protected.
"They do that, some men. Get plumb drunk with a fight!" But Marianne did not hear Corson's remark. She watched Rickety slacken his run as that longdrawn yell began, so wild and high that it put a tingle in her nose. Now he was trotting, now he was walking, now he stood perfectly still, become of a sudden, an abject, cowering figure.
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