It went on to
the accompaniment of the rhythmic throb of the presses, and while
two printers, in their shirt sleeves, kept guard both at the front
and rear entrances.
Doyle sat with his back to the light, and seated across from him,
smoking a cheap cigar, was the storekeeper from Friendship, Cusick.
In a corner on the table, scowling, sat Louis Akers.
"I don't know why you're so damned suspicious, Jim," he was saying.
"Cusick says the stall about the Federal agents went all right."
"Like a house a-fire," said Cusick, complacently.
"I think, Akers," Doyle observed, eyeing his subordinate, "that you
are letting your desire to get this Cameron fellow run away with
your judgment. If we get him and Denslow, there are a hundred ready
to take their places."
"Cameron is the brains of the outfit," Akers said sulkily.
"How do you know Cameron will go?"
Akers rose lazily and stretched himself.
"I've got a hunch. That's all."
A girl came in from the composing room, a bundle of proofs in her
hand. With one hand Akers took the sheets from her; with the other
he settled his tie. He smiled down at her.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
Ellen was greatly disturbed.
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