I can't massacre foreign residents if there are
no foreign residents, but I can commit suicide, though, and
I'll do it if something don't happen."
There was a long pause, in which the silence of the office was
only broken by the sound of the waves beating on the coral
reefs outside. Stedman raised his head wearily.
"He's swearing again," he said; "he says this stuff of yours
is all nonsense. He says stock in the Y.C.C. has gone up to
one hundred and two, and that owners are unloading and making
their fortunes, and that this sort of descriptive writing is
not what the company want."
"What's he think I'm here for?" cried Gordon. "Does he think
I pulled down the German flag and risked my neck half a dozen
times and had myself made King just to boom his Yokohama cable
stock? Confound him! You might at least swear back. Tell
him just what the situation is in a few words. Here, stop
that rigmarole to the paper, and explain to your home office
that we are awaiting developments, and that, in the meanwhile,
they must put up with the best we can send them. Wait; send
this to Octavia.
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