My business is more
pressing, sir."
"You're in cahoots with a mob! I saw you operating, with my own eyes,
under my own roof," asserted Senator Corson, violently.
"I have no time for discussing that matter." Morrison looked up at the
clock on the wall. "This other business, I assert, is urgent."
Banker Daunt had been holding his peace, growling anathema to himself in
the depths of a big chair.
He struggled to the edge of that chair. "I am in this building right now
to warn the Governor of this state that you are playing your own selfish
game to stifle enterprise and development and to discourage outside
capital--hundreds of thousands of it--waiting to come in here."
"Pardon me, sir! I have no time to discuss water-power, either! Right now
I'm submitting news instead of theories!" He faced the Governor again.
"That's why I'm here--I'm bringing news. That news must put everything
else to one side. We have minutes only to deal with the matter. And if we
don't use those minutes with all the wisdom that's in us, the shame of our
state will be on the wires of the world inside of an hour!"
His vehemence intimidated them. His manner as the bearer of ill tidings
won what his appeals had not secured--an instant hearing.
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