Lightnin': After the Play of the Same Name by Winchell Smith and Frank BaconBacon, Frank
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Lightnin': After the Play of the Same Name by Winchell Smith and Frank Bacon
Bacon, Frank
California -- Fiction; Hotels -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Nevada -- Fiction
Indifferently he strolled over beside Lightnin', who was in front of the
California desk, his hands in his pockets, his half-shut eyes roving
from one to another of the group. To look at him, one would not imagine
that Bill Jones had any special interest in the proceedings. He drew out
his bag of tobacco and papers and idly rolled a cigarette.
Thomas, having regained his poise again, turned to Mrs. Jones with his
dazzling smile. "I'm really very glad that the young man chanced to
present himself at this moment, Mrs. Jones, because--"
"That's all right, Thomas!" Hammond interrupted, suddenly thrusting
himself forward and waving the other aside. "But we have something much
more important on hand. Let's get to it! I can't monkey around here any
longer.
"Mrs. Jones," he went on, "I've been trying to get you all together
before I left, but you seem such busy people that it is as if I wouldn't
have this opportunity. I wanted to tell you that the company for which I
am acting has just wired me to close the transaction, and so I am ready
to take over the property at once!"
Mrs. Jones, bewildered by his briskness and the swift sequence of
events, stared at him, then transferred a gaze no less confounded to
Thomas. "You mean," she questioned, "that--that you want us to leave at
once?"
"Oh no! That's not necessary. But now that you have put your signature
to the deed, the transfer will be made at once and we'll take over the
management, allowing you to remain on until you have made your
arrangements for the future."
With a sharp nod to her and an insolent sneer directed at Bill, Hammond
swung on his heel and busied himself with a portfolio of papers he had
dropped on the Nevada desk.
"I'm sure you can have no objections to these arrangements, Mrs. Jones,"
said Thomas, his voice as smooth as glass, though there was a slight
quiver of his eyelids as he avoided Marvin's steady gaze and caught a
strange gleam that emanated from Bill's puckered-up eyes.
Mrs. Jones had forgotten all about Bill and his part in the signing of
the deed. But a multitude of thoughts were running through her mind,
confused as it was. All that she could think of now was the simplest
answer to Thomas's question. She stepped up to him and put a hand of
confidence on his arm.
"Certainly I do not mind," she said. "I'm delighted and relieved that it
is all settled!" Turning to Hammond, she added: "I want to leave the
whole matter in Mr. Thomas's hands. I'll do just as he advises."
"All right, Hammond," said Thomas, deliberately turning his back on old
Bill. "We shall deliver the deed to you at once, and you can take charge
of the place immediately. I presume you will want to have--"
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