Then
he added: "You needn't tell me anything more than you want to, you
know."
"There isn't much to tell. I asked for bare justice, and it was
refused."
"Your father has the papers?"
"He neither admitted nor denied."
"But you didn't quarrel?"
Blount's smile was mirthless. "We are here together, as you see. After
all is said, we are still father and son."
"Of course; that's as it should be, Evan. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know: go on fighting until I'm wiped out, I suppose. And that
reminds me: have you seen that fellow Gryson within the last day or
two?"
Gantry dropped into the depths of a lounging-chair and lighted a
cigarette. "So you're after Thomas Matthew, too, are you? Kittredge has
been ransacking the town for him all day, and up to a couple of hours
ago he hadn't found him. What's in the wind?"
"I don't know, but I mean to find out. What can you tell me about
Gryson--more than you have already told me?"
"Not very much, I guess. He's a scalawag, of course, but unhappily for
all of us he is a scalawag with a pull. Kittredge has been dickering
with him--I don't mind telling you that now."
"What is the nature of the pull?"
"Votes," said Gantry succinctly.
"Straight or crooked?"
"You may search me. But knowing Tom Gryson a little, I should put my
money on the marked card.
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