"You may even, sometime, if it will please Mr.Bascomb, hand him your resignation.

I will see to it that it doesn't get past the board of directors.

Mr.Bascomb is irritable, and sometimes he is a downright crank, but he is valuable to us just the same.
We feel, too, Reade, that you and Hazelton are just the men we need to put this breakwater through in the best fashion." "Even though at least eight thousand dollars in damage was done last night ?" queried Tom.
"Yes, even in the face of that.

I am certain that you will know how to forestall any more such spite work." "Now, I'm not altogether so sure of that, sir," Reade answered, quickly.
"Of course we'll be eternally vigilant after this, but the trick was done last night so cleverly and mysteriously that we may be surprised again by the plotters.

Speaking of mystery, could anything be stranger, or harder to explain, than what happened to poor Hazelton ?" "There _was_ mystery for you!" nodded Mr.Prenter.