Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-02-05

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Chapter XXI The Ca1dron Bubbles
GAILLARD came into his office trif1e
- pale and more than a trife agitated.
The news received at his bank had been
staggering; yet had served to arouse rage
in his breast that stiffened all the sinews OF
his being. The first intimation of Fiaschi's
double dealing had come thus belated to his
ken. He found himself practically under
mined before his suspicion had been aroused.
His secretary glanced up at him lnst1nc-
lively, wondering if the warning note re-
ceived that morning from the bank had
been confirmed. He saw that it had.
Gaillard threw down bundle of papers
and leaned on the desk. Il might have
known better than to deal with an Internal
Count" he said. "They are born to fatten
on the world at large, and the U. S. in partlcu-
lar. Has the list improved since noon?'
The secretary rose and went to the ticker,
where the white paper tape was coiled yards
long in basket. at was going off when
looked at it last, he impaired, scanning the
figures printed on the narrow strip of ribbon
"Still dragging a little heavily
I'D expect that as part of the luck, said
Gaillard, seating himself beside the desk and
idly stunning with his fingers. dts
something, suppose, to have found out as
soon as this what my olive Oil associate is
doing I'll put a crimp in him for this that
Satan himself couldn't iron Quit"
II hope you will, sir" exclaimed his sec
rotary earnestly. ave felt all along that
you were trusting the Count too far, putting
too much of the management in his hands.
Gaillard scowled. without him and his
uncle's connections in Paris we couldn't
have put finger in the pie"
@Quite right, sir; but hasn't he got you
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last few days?"
3That's the JOKER" Gaillard admitted.
"My share before was comparatively small
all he would let me have. Now I've got
an arm in the pie, and maybe part of my
shoulder. He must have held me off before
to make me eager, and now he has let me
in up to the hilt-for this!"
"But about your notes, sir?" said the
eager assistant, returning from the ever busy
ticker which was blithesomely tapping out
fortune or ruin on the tape. "They have
not yet fallen into his hands?"
"Thats the one uncertainty. l shall not
be able to determine where they are for
several days. Tyson has let them go-the
migrate! If Fiaschi gets them at ALL it will
be in roundabout manner. | doubt If he IL
take them personally. He'd prefer to have
some one else put on the screws"
"But you'll beat him, of course, at the
final moment?"
3To pulp" said Gaillard rising and
striking the desk with his fist. I'D rather
60 stone broke and get out in the street to
dig sewers than to have him down me now!
The treacherous hound!"
"Perhaps," said the secretary timidly,
"you might be wiser to let me sell your curb
securities while the loss is reasonably small.
"Not share!" Gaillard told him decis
lively. H1've taken losses enough! This is
merely a dip in the market. That's well
known everywhere. shall need some profit
on that Q. & P. to fight this business through.
And Metal Reductions is due for a rise on
the dividend payable this week. I'll take a
profit on them BOTH"
HE went to his inner Office restlessly,
H closed the door behind him, and began
to pace the floor. His thoughts had gone
straight to Thurley and Fiaschi's aspirations
for her hand. He was instantly hot all
through, recalling scene of the princess
and the Count together at Alice Van Kirk S.
He had likewise read of her adventure with
Stuyverant car, and this had increased
his Impotence.
He thought of his letter, written and sent
to Thurley after their drive in the park.
There had been no answer. He turned to
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