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"
Send
over
to
Cowperwood
's
office
and
get
that
money
.
"
"
You
decided
to
call
it
,
eh
?
"
"
I
have
.
"
Owen
was
puzzled
by
the
old
man
's
angry
mood
.
He
wondered
what
it
all
meant
,
but
thought
he
and
Cowperwood
might
have
had
a
few
words
.
He
went
out
to
his
desk
to
write
a
note
and
call
a
clerk
.
Butler
went
to
the
window
and
stared
out
.
He
was
angry
,
bitter
,
brutal
in
his
vein
.
"
The
dirty
dog
!
"
he
suddenly
exclaimed
to
himself
,
in
a
low
voice
.
"
I
'll
take
every
dollar
he
's
got
before
I
'm
through
with
him
.
I
'll
send
him
to
jail
,
I
will
.
I
'll
break
him
,
I
will
.
Wait
!
"
He
clinched
his
big
fists
and
his
teeth
.
"
I
'll
fix
him
.
I
'll
show
him
.
The
dog
!
The
damned
scoundrel
!
"
Never
in
his
life
before
had
he
been
so
bitter
,
so
cruel
,
so
relentless
in
his
mood
.
He
walked
his
office
floor
thinking
what
he
could
do
.
Question
Aileen
--
that
was
what
he
would
do
.
If
her
face
,
or
her
lips
,
told
him
that
his
suspicion
was
true
,
he
would
deal
with
Cowperwood
later
.
This
city
treasurer
business
,
now
.
It
was
not
a
crime
in
so
far
as
Cowperwood
was
concerned
;
but
it
might
be
made
to
be
.
So
now
,
telling
the
clerk
to
say
to
Owen
that
he
had
gone
down
the
street
for
a
few
moments
,
he
boarded
a
street-car
and
rode
out
to
his
home
,
where
he
found
his
elder
daughter
just
getting
ready
to
go
out
.
She
wore
a
purple-velvet
street
dress
edged
with
narrow
,
flat
gilt
braid
,
and
a
striking
gold-and-purple
turban
.
