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Morrissy reeled, stumbled to the floor and lay there. The others were on their feet instantly. "Stay where you are, John; I don't need any assistance. Now, McQuade, I've got you where I want you." Warrington spoke with deadly calm now. "This carbon was found in your waste-basket and brought to me. The girl is where you can not find her. There are two courses open to you." "What are they?"
Morrissy's glance, somewhat bewildered, traveled from face to face. On entering he had seen only McQuade's tranquil visage. He sat down, disturbed and mystified. "What's this?" Morrissy demanded to know. "Hanged if I know!" said McQuade. "These two gentlemen presented themselves a few moments ago and requested me to send for Bolles. Have a cigar."
"Then out he goes," said Morrissy, recovering his truculence. "On what authority?" Bennington's voice was growing milder and milder. "On what authority?" he repeated. "On mine!" cried Morrissy. "You are mistaken. I am master here. Mr. Chittenden will remain on the pay-roll." "Then in ten minutes the men will walk out on my orders. You're making a big mistake, Mr. Bennington."
Morrissy threw aside his papers and drew his chair to the table. McQuade closed the door and sat down. "You got my letter?" he began, wiping his forehead. Morrissy nodded. "Well?" "Well, the boys will go out Monday morning. A committee will wait on Bennington in the morning. He won't back down and discharge the English inventor, so it's a sure thing they'll walk out, every mother's son of them."
We've got work to do here, though, and we are going to do it." "Are you union men?" "Not so you'd notice it," was the cool reply. "All right. You fellows won't be here long." "Stop us if you can. Now, stand aside!" commanded the stranger menacingly. "Let 'em by, men," cried Morrissy. "Don't touch 'em yet. You just leave it to me. I know a way and a good one, too. You just leave it to me."
Then he's the man who is really making all this trouble?" Bennington nodded as if he had just arrived at a solution. "I'm here to see that my men have their rights." Morrissy failed to understand this mild young man. "And it'll take a bigger man than you to throw me out of here. This Britisher either joins the union or he goes."
Not one man among them had any information whatever as to the movements of their whilom employer. Scab labor never showed its head above the horizon. The men began to wonder; they began to grow restless. But Morrissy always pacified them with the word "wait." "Vigilance, boys; that's the word," said the leader. "The moment we go to sleep he'll have his men inside."
Shipley," said Bennington to one of the committee, "will you get all the men together? I have a few words to say to them before this ten minutes is up. I want to give the men a fair show." "You can have twenty minutes, my English-bred gentleman," snarled Morrissy. At that moment he would have given a thousand dollars for the strength to whip the man whose ruin he believed he was planning.
The mockery on the face and the irony on the tongue of the man disturbed Cleigh. Supposing the rogue had his eye on that rug? To what lengths might he not go to possess it? And he had the infernal ingenuity of his master, Beelzebub. Or was he just trying Anthony Cleigh's nerves to see whether they were sound or raw? "But the beads!" he said. "I'm sorry. Simply Morrissy ran amuck."
"Der poss iss coming to-night, I see. Huh?" "Yes. He ought to be along now," replied Morrissy, glancing at his watch, which was as conspicuous as his yellow diamonds. "How you getting along mit der poys?" "Oh, we're coming along fine, all right." "Going to call 'em out uf der mills? Huh?" "Perhaps. When the boss comes, tell him I'm up stairs."
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