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Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911

"The Deluge"

You'll
blackmail them, just as you've blackmailed them before, and they you.
Blackmail's a legitimate part of the game. Nobody appreciates that better
than you." It was no time for the smug hypocrisies under which we people
down town usually conduct our business--just as the desperadoes used to
patrol the highways disguised as peaceful merchants.
"Send round in the morning and get the money," said he, putting on a
resigned, hopeless look.
I laughed. "I'll feel easier if I take it now," I replied. "We'll fix up
the notes and checks at once."
He reddened, but after a brief hesitation busied himself. When the papers
were all made up and signed, and I had the certified checks in my pocket,
I said: "Wait here, Bob, until the National Industrial people call you
up. I'll ask them to do it, so they can get your personal assurance that
everything's all right. And I'll stop there until they tell me they've
talked with you."
"But it's too late," he said. "You can't deposit to-day."
"I've a special arrangement with them," I replied.
His face betrayed him. I saw that at no stage of that proceeding had I been
wiser than in shutting off his last chance to evade. What scheme he had in
mind I don't know, and can't imagine.


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