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Leslie considered, and replied with another question: "At the time of the competition in plans for the bridge, did you know that Blake was to be a contestant?" "He writes letters about as often as a hen gets a tooth pulled. But I got a letter the time you mention, a dozen lines or so, with another added, saying that he was in for a whirl at the Michamac cantilever."
I've got a little decency left. Only thing I can do is to open wide and cut loose. D.T. finish is the one for me. Won't take long for her to forget me. Any fool can see that." "We're going up to Michamac, first thing tomorrow," remarked Griffith in a casual tone. "You may be. I'm not." "It's all arranged, Tammas," drawled Lord James. "I told Miss Leslie " "You told her! Mighty friendly of you!
But before he could speak, a silk-robed figure stepped out onto the verandah of the Resident Engineer's office, and called delightedly, "Ah, Lord Avondale! welcome to Michamac! You escaped my hospitality in town, but you can't here!" "Thanks. Very good of you, I'm sure," replied Lord James dryly. "I see you've come with old Grif," Ashton gayly rattled on. "Hello, Griffith! Hurry in, all of you.
Blake handed me the bridge plans that he afterwards claimed were lost. I tell you, I had nothing to do with them nothing! I merely received them from him. That was all. I went away the very next day resigned my position. I don't know what became of his plans, nothing whatever! I tell you, the Michamac Bridge " "Why, Lame!" giggled Dolores. "What makes you squirm so? You're twitching all over.
I thought you'd had enough of the simple life at Michamac to recover from the effects of that corner in oats. You haven't started another corner already, have you?" "No, I have I mean, yes just a few cocktails at the club yes, that's it. So bitter cold, this sleet! You'll understand, Mrs. Gantry perhaps one too much. Haven't had any since I went back to the bridge last time."
Said he had been secretly working on plans for the Michamac cantilever; thought he had solved the problem of the central span; might go ahead and put in his plans if none of the competitors were awarded the bridge. Within a month he did put in plans." "Well?" queried Griffith. "Don't you make the connection?" demanded Mr. Leslie. "Blake handed his plans to Ashton, and took no receipt.
"You remember, I was in your father's office for a year. That was before I succeeded with my plans for the Michamac cantilever bridge and went to take charge of the construction as resident engineer." "Your plans?" muttered Blake incredulously. "To be sure. I remember now," said Genevieve absently, and she turned to look about, with a perplexed uptilting of her arched brows.
Leslie irritably. "My first plan was to send Blake to Michamac at once." "Lord! With one cantilever finished and the other out to the central span if it's Tom's bridge, he'd recognize it as quick as his plans. And if he did well, I'd not answer for what would happen to that damn thief." "H'm perhaps you're right," considered Mr. Leslie.
I don't want your jobs or your money. They're dirty! You've looked up my record, have you? How about your own? How about the Michamac Bridge? Griffith says the Coville Company has taken it over; but you started it you called for plans you advertised a competition. Where are my plans? you!" Mr. Leslie shrank back before the enraged engineer. "Calm yourself, Mr.
After you pulled out the last time after the competition, he put in plans and got the Michamac Bridge." "You're joking!" cried Blake. "He got it? that gent!" "You'll remember that all who took part in the competition failed on the long central span," said Griffith. "No!" contradicted Blake. "I didn't. I tell you, it was just as I wrote you I'd do. I worked out a new truss modification.
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