It began with a reminder of the amount of advertising space which
Eternal City consumed in the "Times" in the course of a year, and
also the amount of its payroll in the community. It wasn't often
that T-S asked favors, but he wanted to ask one now; he wanted the
"Times" to let up on this prophet business, and especially about the
prophet's connection with the moving picture industry. Everything
was quiet now, the prophet wasn't bothering anybody--
Suddenly, at the height of his eloquence, T-S stopped; and it seemed
to me as if he jumped a foot out of his chair. "VOT!" And then, "Vy
man, you're crazy!" He turned upon me, his eyes wide with dismay.
"Billy! Dey got a report--Carpenter is shoost now speakin' to a mob
on de steps of de City Hall!"
The magnate did not wait to see me jump out of my chair or to hear
my exclamations, but turned again to the telephone. "My Gawd, man!
Vot do I know about it? De feller vas up in his room two hours ago
ven we took him his dinner! He vouldn't eat it, he vouldn't speak--"
That was the last I heard, having bolted out of the room, and
upstairs.
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