Then leaping from the chair he burst
suddenly into excitement.
"There's the door, go! And never show your face here again."
Casey had lost his advantage. At the door he gathered himself together
again.
"I'll say in my paper what I please," he asserted with a show of
bravado.
King was again in control of himself.
"You have a perfect right to do so," he rejoined. "I shall never notice
your paper."
Casey struck himself on the breast.
"And if necessary I shall defend myself," he cried.
King bounded again from his seat, livid with anger.
"Go," he commanded sharply, and Casey went.
Outside in the street Casey found a crowd waiting. The news of his visit
to the _Bulletin_ office had spread. His personal friends crowded around
asking eager questions. Casey answered with vague generalities: he
wasn't a man to be trifled with, and some people had to find out!
Blackmailing was not a healthy occupation when it aimed at a gentleman!
He left the general impression that King had apologized. Bragging in
this manner, Casey led the way to the Bank Exchange, the fashionable bar
not far distant. Here he remained drinking and boasting for some time.
In the group that surrounded him was a certain Judge Edward McGowan, a
jolly, hard-drinking, noisy individual.
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