"
"Tell Mr. Maguire he had better put his evidence in print at once. That
I shall take the nomination."
"And disgrace one of your best friends?" asked Curlew.
Peter started slightly, and looked sharply at the man.
"Ho, ho," said Curlew. "That bites, eh? Well, it will bite worse before
it's through with."
Peter stood silent for a moment, but his hands trembled slightly, and
any one who understood anatomy could have recognized that every muscle
in his body was at full tension. But all he said was: "Well?"
"It's about that trip of yours on the 'Majestic.'"
Peter looked bewildered.
"We've got sworn affidavits of two stewards," Curlew continued, "about
yours and some one else's goings on. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Rivington
won't thank you for having them printed."
Instantly came a cry of fright, and the crack of a revolver, which
brought Peter's partners and the clerks crowding into the room. It was
to find Curlew lying back on the desk, held there by Peter with one
hand, while his other, clasping the heavy glass inkstand, was swung
aloft.
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