The Landloper: The Romance of a Man on FootDay, Holman
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The Landloper: The Romance of a Man on Foot
Day, Holman
Political corruption -- Fiction; Water-supply -- Fiction
“We're not murderers,” he informed the composed visage which the mirror
held forth to him. “But we haven't got to the point where we're letting
lunatics who break up city government meetings, or crank doctors, tell
us how to spend a million or two of the money we've worked hard to
accumulate. There's getting to be too much of this telling business men
in this country how to run their business. If we're peddling typhoid
fever in spite of what our analyses tell us, then we'll go ahead, of
course, and clean up.” Colonel Dodd was willing to acknowledge that much
to himself, surveying his countenance in the mirror. “But we'll continue
to run our own business,” he added.
Then he sat down again in his chair and pushed a button. “Briggs,” he
directed, “send in those three men from Danburg.”
He whirled his swivel-chair and sat there at his desk, his rectangular
front squared to meet them.
The three men who came in were of the rural businessmen type, and
their faces were not amiable. Two of them halted in the middle of the
sumptuous apartment and the third stepped a couple of paces ahead of
them. He carried a huge roll of engineers' plans under his arm.
“My name is Davis, as I suppose you know, Colonel Dodd,” he reported.
“Have seats, gentlemen.”
“We are tired of sitting,” stated the spokesmen, with sour significance.
“I understand, Mr. David. But mornings are very busy times for me. I was
attending to appointments made beforehand. You made no appointment, and
I was not expecting you.”
There was silence, and the three men glowered on him. It was evident
that settled animosity emboldened these country merchants even in the
presence of Colonel Symonds Dodd.
“I was not expecting you, I say.”
The colonel's demeanor displayed a little uncertainty; he had rather
expected suppliants. He knew what a nasty blow had been dealt these men
the day before.
“Probably not,” assented Davis. “You expected that after Stone & Adams
yanked the gangplank out from under us yesterday we would put in at
least one day tearing around to other banking firms, trying to place our
bonds.”
“Why--why--Well, if Stone & Adams--You naturally wouldn't take the
verdict of one banking-house on a matter of bonds, would you?”
“Look here, Colonel Dodd, we understand you--clear way down to the
ground--and we may as well save wear on our tongues. And first of all
we have come right here to save shoe-leather. We have come straight to
headquarters. Do you suppose we're going to gallop around this city to
bankers after the word has gone out about us? Not much! We are here in
the captain's office, and you can't fool us about that.”
“I never heard such--” the colonel began to sputter.
“I know you never did--and it's getting your goat,” asserted the blunt
countryman. “We've got a plain and pertinent question to put to you--do
you intend to ram us to the wall in our water deal?”
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