Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1920-09-24
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less. well-tailored. expensive; his fine
ly pointed beard and mustache brushed
away from his lips In French fash
ion, even the red flower in his button
hole. lent to his inches an air of dis
tnction foreign to Chicago's higgledy-
piggledy financial district. He was
acting perfectly the popular conception
of gentleman of leisure" and
quick, sidelong glances of surreptitious
interest were cast his way by the hur-
rying clerks and traders, pressing
down La Sale street toward the board
of trade, as he entered the building
where was the abode of Quigg and
Peevy.
On a narrow platform before the
blackboard which extended the length
of the customers room" phlegmatic
youth walked up and down chalking
mystical figures, while the telegraph
instrument in little box at one end
chartered it's interminable tale. In
the three rows Of chairs, also spanning
the rooms length, sat men, we'll
dressed and nondescript, the latter jot-
ting in dOg-eared memorandum books
with stub pencils, the former watch
ing the blackboard and conversing
earnestly about market conditions
Messenger boys scuttled to and fro
across the floor, clutching at their
caps, Shaping their books shut, enter
ing and leaving some inner office
whence issued the clickety-c click click
Of battery of typewriters.
And in all this feverish animation
there was something vaguely artificial
too subtle for the casual onlooker.
perhaps, but there nevertheless.
AS Fitzhugh entered, casting a bored
glance around the place, he was met
by uniformed negro, who said: "Mr.
Quigg says tell you please, sub, step
inter his private office at once, subj"
The preceding night, In Quigg's
rooms in hotel, Fitzhugh had been
thoroughly apprised of the nature of
his post. There had even been IRE
hearsals." He was therefore not un-
prepared for what followed his en-
trance into Quigg's sanctum.
MIR. Quigg, large and prosperous,
held large cigar in a large hand, aud
occupied large chair before a large
desk, near which sat colorless, COM
monplace, inconspicuous man whose
weak face was at once inquiring and
imprcssionable. Near by stock
ticker unwound its tape into wicker
waste-basket, and from partly open
door came the furious gathering OF
many typewriters. And here, as in
the outer room, there was an nm
natural note-faint, almost indistin-
guishable, but discordant all the
same.
AS Fitzhugh entered Quigg glanced
up. then leaned toward the colorless
one and said something in low voice.
Not SO low, however. but that Fitz-
hugh caught some fragments: Pat
tington Eastern capitalist
Worth ten millions If he's worth a
nickel"
This was Fitzhugh's cue. Instantly
his bearing changed. His tired air
vanished. His eye, languidly super
cilious a moment before, became cold.
arrogant, alert. He was no longer the
blase aristocrat. He was now tte
| high-tensioned financier, whose min
utes We're diamond-studded. He stood
Mt the door. slight scowl gathering
between his brows, his right thumb
and second finger swapping impatient
~. Thus until he received his next
! cue.
"Ah, good-morning Mr.. Pattington.' =
Quigg rose, smiling deferentially. aid
motioned to a chair. won't you sit
down? l shall be at leisure presently
Fitzhugh's frown grew little heay,
Ter, his eye little harder. II wac
told | could have an interview with