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Updated: June 13, 2025
"That is for me to judge." "Ten minutes to make up your mind." Morrissy made a gesture toward his watch. "Don't bother about the time, Mr. Morrissy. We'll spend the ten minutes in the molding-room." Morrissy turned pale. "Oh, we shan't come to fisticuffs, Mr. Morrissy. I am a gentleman, and you are not. Not a word!" as Morrissy clenched his fists. "Mr.
Morrissy, but you will do irreparable injury to these poor men who put their trust in you and your kind. Chittenden? That's a pretty poor excuse. You've always harbored a grudge against my father, and this seems to be your chance. You've the idea that you can intimidate me. You can't intimidate me any more than you could my father.
"On the morning they go out, I'll send you my check for five hundred." "For the union?" "I'll send it to you, and you can use it as you see fit. On Monday morning, then." "Sure thing." They smoked for a while. Suddenly McQuade laid a bulky envelope on the table, got up and went out. Morrissy weighed the envelope carefully, thrust it into his pocket, and also departed.
Morrissy was right; he was a fool. The girl! He would have liked her throat in his fingers that moment, the sneaking, treacherous baggage! Licked! To go about hereafter with that always menacing him! But there was one ray of consolation. He knew something about human nature. Bennington and Warrington would drift apart after this.
"You may go," said Bennington to the girl. The girl gathered up her notes and passed into the main office. Again came the knock, more aggressive this time. "Come in." The committee, headed by Morrissy, entered with shuffling feet. Morrissy saw the Englishman and scowled. "Well, gentlemen?" said Bennington, sitting on his desk and resting a foot on his chair.
"I told him nothing. How'd you happen to land in Schmuck's saloon, anyhow? Why didn't you telephone me when you heard Morrissy come in?" "Oh. Ben, I was drunk! If I hadn't been so drunk!" Bill's eyes overflowed remorsefully. Ben swore. "And say, Ben, that fellow Bolles is back in town. He was in here a few minutes ago, drunk as a lord. He flashed a roll of bills that would have choked an ox."
"If you want to bump into Dodge," replied the millionaire, dryly, "try it." "Oh, it will be the whole thing the yacht when I start action! Devil take the weather!" "How the deuce did the beads happen to turn up here in Shanghai?" "Morrissy brought them east from Naples. That's why his work to-night puzzles me.
We are going inside, and if we can't go in peaceably, why, we'll break some heads to get in. We have all been sworn in legally as deputy police, and if we start in to break heads we promise to do it thoroughly." "What are you going to do in there?" demanded Morrissy. "None of your business, for one thing," answered the burly spokesman of the interlopers.
Morrissy took the proffered weed, but he did not light it. He turned it round and round in his teeth and chewed it. Well, so long as the boss did not seem alarmed, the trouble could not be serious. Yet he was not over-confident of Bennington's lowering face. "Been a fine day," said Morrissy, at haphazard. "Yes, but there's going to be a storm to-night."
Don't know what got into Morrissy. Of course I'll look him up in the morning." "Thousands of miles to hear a yarn like this!" "Cleigh, we've done business for nearly twenty years. You can't point out an instance where I ever broke my word." "I know," grumbled Cleigh. "But I've gone to all this trouble, getting a crew and all that.
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