The Arizona copper camp., 1920-02-28
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the gentleman who is sitting in the
room to my right engrossed in the
morning news"
'What is your businessY
ANSWER me frstT' ordered Fitz-
hugh sternly, and with such an air of
| hauteur and authority that the sa-
pient menial was almost in a panic
for fear he had misjudged his man.
e"That is Mr.. Symington Otis, sir"
| to tell him so.''
"Who shall I say, sir?"
Fitzhugh hesitated a moment, and,
like a lightning panorama, there
flashed across his mind telegraphic
| pictures of myriad hands applauding
him, of the warm-blooded Russian,
whose eyes bespoke her love for him,
of the dark skinned 'reds" voicing
their iconoclastic views. And whim-
sical idea came.
''Tell Mr.. OTIS" said he, "that an
emissary of the Cause desires to speak
with him.
The butler, though not understand
ing, was instantly suspicious.
81 am afraid" he demurred, with
firm shake of his head, ''that Mr.. Otis
is very busy and will be unable to
see you"
Fitzhugh thrust his foot between
the closing door and the wall; and at
that moment Mr.. Otis stepped into the
hall.
"Well, Noonan?"
'9This man, sir, is trying to force his
way in. am just about to eject him,
sir"
Fitzhugh laughed merriiy. "Oh, no,
you're not, Noonan." And before the
corpulent Noonan could say a word
or move a muscle he was seized in a
grip of steel and thrust speechless
against the wall.
The master looked on as though I'M
certain whether to be amused or in
dignant. While he was deciding Fitz-
hugh confronted him.
"Mr. OTIS" said he, ''I want a few
minutes' taIz with you."
OTIS snftled. ''I think you've earned
an audi eneA with me. Nerve like yours
/ should AQtf@ unrcwarded." They en-
| tered the4sh8dowy room, ostensibly a
library. !
what sca4I do for your"
"Just {{al moment" Fitzhugh drew
the; sliding doors, which led to the
hall, to gethef and fastened the clasp,
having drst deposited his newspaper
parcel very carefully upon the floor.
He looked around the room, and, sat
fsfed they were free from Interrupt
ton, picked up his parcel and took a
seat opposite his host, who watched
all these movements with a frown OF
suspicion and annoyance.
When Fitzhugh spoke his voice had
the deep, resonant ring it always ac-
quired whenever he was 'acting" a
part or exercising his oratorical gift
''Mr Otis" he began, leaning forward
in his chair and looking his auditor
steadily in the eye, 'you are million.
aire, are you not?"
Otis frown deepened. He glanced
impatiently at his watch. II can spare
you but little time this morning." he
said, with polite curtness. II must
ask that you state your business as
briefly as possible
"But you are milliOnairew
Eyes, yes. What of it?"
"And l. am a pauper. At this mo-
ment / could not buy-this newspa
per- He took from the library table
the morning paper Otis had beer
reading. 1t was folded in such wise
that a large flashlight photograph i'm
mediately caught his eye. He recog
nized it nstantly-recognized the tall
straight figure in the white sweater
standing above the blur of faces, arms
thrown upwards and outwards, heat
back, eyes closed. He lived over agair
that brief moment of glory, and the
exaltation he had felt returned two
fold. He cast the paper aside ant
threw himself into the role he was
playing with redoubled zest.
"Mr. Otis"-and he pointed two
rigid fingers within an inch Of hi:
hearers face-"you must lend me ter
thousand dollars!' He seized thu
newspaper parcel, which had beel
resting on his knees. and stood up
holding it high above his head. Mind
l say must!" His voice rang out omi
nously. His eyes were cold, merci
less. 'In these hands, Mr.. Otis, I hol'
sufficient dynamite to blow this hous
and all it contains to ten million
atoms. Quick, sir!" he thundered
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