And
in the meantime nobody knows a thing about this little deal. What's
more, they won't know. I figured Colonel Pennington might try to
block you at that crossing so I--"
Buck Ogilvy extended his hand in benediction and let it drop lightly
on Henry Poundstone's thin shoulder. Henry quivered with anticipation
under that gentle accolade and swallowed his heart while the great
Ogilvy made a portentous announcement.
"My dear Poundstone," he said earnestly, "I am not a man to forget
clever work. At the proper time I shall--" He smiled his radiant
smile. "You understand, of course, that I am speaking for and can
make you no firm promises. However--" He smiled again. "All I have to
say is that you'll do!"
"Thank you," said Henry Poundstone, Junior. "Thank you ever so much."
CHAPTER XVII
An experience extending over a very active business career of thirty
years had convinced Colonel Seth Pennington of the futility of
wracking his brains in vain speculation over mysteries. In his day he
had been interested in some small public-service corporations, which
is tantamount to saying that he knew peanut politics and had learned
that the very best way to fight the devil is with fire. Frequently he
had found it of great interest and profit to him to know exactly how
certain men spent their time and his money, and since he was a very
busy man himself, naturally he had to delegate somebody else, to
procure this information for him.
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