James Minturn, who started all this, and
I just said to him, 'Chickens, home to roost,' or words like that; and he
got on the wire with Chaffner, and 'stead of giving that 'scoop' to all
Multiopolis and the whole world, he give Mr. Minturn a few figures on a
scrap of paper that he showed to his nice lady--gosh you wouldn't ever
believe she _was_ a nice lady or could be, but honest, Mr. Bruce, me and
her has been holding hands for half an hour while we planned to help you
out, and say, she's so nice, she's just peachy--and she's the _same_
woman. I don't know how that happens, but she's the same woman who fired
me and the nice lady from Plymouth, and now she _ain't_ the same, and
these are the words she said: 'All I have on earth would not be enough to
pay Leslie Winton for giving you back to me, and my boys, and my precious
home.' 'Precious home!' Do you get that? After her marble palace, where
she is now must look like a cottage on the green to her, but 'precious
home' is what she said, and she ought to know----"
"Mickey go on! You were saying that Mr.
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