The Man of Last Resort; Or, The Clients of Randolph MasonPost, Melville Davisson
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The Man of Last Resort; Or, The Clients of Randolph Mason
Post, Melville Davisson
American fiction -- 19th century; Detective and mystery stories, American; Legal stories, American
THE Executive stopped for a moment and scrutinized his visitors
quizzically; then he laughed. “May I inquire, gentlemen, whence arises
this gloom?”
The Auditor bowed low. “Good sir,” he said, “your Excellency fails to
distinguish between gloom and the gravity of sages.”
“If the funereal,” replied the Governor, “be a _sine qua non_ of the
converse of the wise, then there has been here this night great cause
for envy on the part of Solomon, the Son of David, King of Israel; for
such gloom I have not met with in a world of evil days.”
“And, sir,” responded the Auditor, waving his hand like a barbaric
king, “if absence of respect for the dignity of the thoughtful be a
symptom of organic mental defect, then there is now here, in truth,
great cause for envy upon the part of Wamba, the Son of Witless, the
Son of Weatherbrain. For such amiable impudence is marvellous to
contemplate.”
“Boys,” said the gambler rising, “if you will kindly come down out
of the clouds, I will be much obliged to you both, because I have got
something to say, and this is just as good a time to say it as any.”
The Auditor resumed his seat at the table. The Governor took up a chair,
moved it back deliberately into the shadow of the room and sat down.
“It is like this,” continued the gambler, “we three have stood in for a
long time, and I guess we know each other pretty well. We did n't take
no oath to stand by each other when we started, but I reckon that is
what we calculated to do. Anyway that is what we did do. If we had n't a
done it, we would n't have been deuce high in this Southwest. I did n't
have no faith in Al's machine when it started; I thought it was a wild
goose chase, but I did n't say nothing, because I had nothing to lose.
I was broke, and anything coming my way was pure velvet, so I joined in
and come out here.
“Since that time we have had our ups and downs, if God's creatures ever
had 'em. We have lied a lot, and we've stole some, and we've starved
most of the time, and we have been poor and miserable and broke, but we
have played fair with each other, and we have never stacked the pack
nor dealt from the bottom. Then, one day, the luck turned and we won out
through the roof, just like it always does if you stay long enough and
keep doubling the bet. You two were elected, and Al appointed me.
“I reckon none of us are going to forget the hell that appointment
raised. They said I was an ignorant understrapper, a short card gambler,
and a leary element; and it was true, every blooming word of it Then the
newspapers pitched into Al; they said that it was to be hoped that the
new Governor would now have 'the moral courage to at least suppress
the shady member of his machine'--them are the very words; I'll never
forget 'em, and they meant me.
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