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Chapter 9 PAT AND THE PRESS

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t demanded of his clerk what had become of the money intrusted to

," said Mr. Arn

related only to his own money, immediately felt in Haldane's pockets for the envelopes which had contained the thousand dollars in cu

d to speak; but his thick utterance was unintelligible. This gleam of intelligence passed quickly, however, and the s

urther can be done while he is in this beastly condition," said Mr

ed a great deal to Pat, and he saw that one of his "sp

my study and wa

s manner, for the matter was assuming s

ws, and then, after another look of disgust and anger at Haldane, who was now

te gentleman next wrote a note,

nt to the superintendent at once. No mistake, now, as you va

," said Pat, backing out of the room, and glad to escape from one whose

o do his errand, remembering now with trepidation that, though he had escaped from his master, the

ed how he might obtain that kind of oil which, cast upon the domestic billows that so often rag

s occasion threatened to be at its worst, Pat at one time half decided not to run into

he storm, which was not merely brewing, but which, from the lateness of the hour, had long been brewed. In his own opinion, the greenness of his native isle had long ago fade

nd whose wrath, in the meantime, it was his daily task to appease, Pat had gradually formed the habit of making a sort of companion of himself. In

undry where he gets his mash-shines. He told me that I must spake nary a word about what I've seen and heard, and if I should thry to turn an honest penny by givin' a knowin' wink or two where they wud pay for the same, that 'ud be the ind of Pat M'Cabe at the big office. And yet they sez that them as buys news is loike them that takes stolen goods-moighty willin' to kape dark about where they got it, so that th

without waiting for an answer, and addressed the startled newspaper man wi

here yer pays a dac

its truthfulness," answered the editor, after

idn't think ye'd bear down so heavy on its b

e editor felt no alarm from the sudden appearance of the burly figure be

usiness briefly, as

'll go to another shop," said Pat s

g," chimed in the editor, bend

wled, "No wonder yer prints a paper that's loike a lump o' lead,

have anything to say, say it. If you have been drinking,

another man that

e the 'drunk,' and if you don't take yourself off, I'll call some me

s Arnot send me, if I was dhrunk, wid a letther at this toime o' night? and wud he send a letther to the superintindent o' the p

s stamp on Mr. Arnot's letter and the formal hand

have misunderstood one

air; "I've got as dainty a bit o' scandal jist under me tongue as iver ye s

ur not being in our regular employ, Mr.-I beg your p

somethin' unusu

you to come to us first; just give me

s goin' to give m

are worth. News cannot be pai

d whin I've spilt it all out, and can't pick it up agin, ye

if you will look at the paper to-morrow you can see whether it will be worth your while

two to-night. Dade, it's as much as m

y, "my time is very valuable, and you have taken considerable of it. Whatever may be the

st part o' the news is g

what has happ

ise not to me

tion it when I

must know that Boss Arnot's in'ards are made o' cast-iron, and he'd

inting, and I give you just thr

related all he knew

predicament, say

son. They sez that his folks is as stylish and rich as the Arnots themselves. If ye'l

ng on his way to deliver his employer's lett

, for ye niver can thrust these iditors. It's no green I

ched after Pat, in order to learn, if po

oncerning "Crime in High Life," were set up, accompanied on

superintendent of the police. The guilty party appears to be a Mr. Haldane-a young man of aristocratic and wealthy connections-who is at present in Mr. Arnot's employ, and a member of his family. We think we are aware of the nature of his gr

ur next issue," complacently muttered the local editor, as he

iserable plight-still lay in a heavy stupor on the lounge where Pat had thrown his form, that had been as limp and helpless as if it had become a mere body

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