Now don't allow your tongue to
make a mess of this new development as it stands right now. Humor Miss
Corson's notions! And let me tell you! My policemen are going to stay on
the job until after the legislature assembles."
"Morrison, you're a coward!" grated North. "You brought Corson's girl here
so that you can sneak behind her petticoats."
Stewart released his hold, clapped His Excellency on the shoulder, raised
his voice, and cried, heartily:
"Thank you. Governor! You're right. You have an excellent idea of a piece
of goods, yourself."
Senator Corson arrived at a decision which he did not confide to anybody.
He spoke to Daunt and the two of them went to the divan and dragged on the
overcoats which they had discarded when Rellihan's obstinacy had been
found to be unassailable.
Lana, studying the faces of the men, drew her furs about her.
"The car is waiting near the west portico, father," she ventured to say.
Corson took his time about buttoning his coat. Lana had her heritage of
dark eyes from her father; his wrath had settled into cold malevolence and
his eyes above his white cheeks were not pleasant objects. He surveyed the
various persons in the room.
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