was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition

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was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,bob体育怎么样was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a conditionwas a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition

was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,bob游戏平台老虎机was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a conditionbob棋牌真人

was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,bob棋牌综合was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition

was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,bob体育平台,bob棋牌透视插件was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition

was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition,bob体育官方下载was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a conditionbob投注体育安全吗,was a form ofamusement, he supposed, which had long since passed into limbo. Heremembered it as a platform with a multiple-hinged floor which movedcontinuallynow up, now down, now tilting forward, backward, forward ...so that perspective was never level, and for the cost of a penny one hadan imminent chance of falling before attaining the far end. Beforehandit had seemed exciting, but he remembered that nearing the finish of thecake walk he had wanted, more than anything else, merely to get off.The past weeks had been like a cake walk too. At the 280 Thursdaybeginning he had been confident, then abruptly the floo) had canted awaybeneath him. It had risen, as hope re, vived, then slanted away again.Near the end the Journeymen's Union held a promise of stability, thenabruptly that too had collapsed on lunatic hinges.Now, unexpectedly, the cake walk had stabilized once more and all hewanted to do was get off.Later on, Warren Trent knew, his feelings would change, his personalinterest in the hotel reviving, as it always had. But for the moment hewas conscious only of relief that, one way or another, the burden ofresponsibility was shifting on. Along with relief was curiosity.Who, among the city's business leaders, was behind Emile Dumaire? Whomight care enough to run the financial risk of maintaining the St.Gregory as a traditionally independent house? Mark Preyscott, perhaps?Could the department-store chieftain be seeking to augment his alreadywidespread interests? Warren Trent recalled having heard from someone,during the past few days, that Mark Preyscott was in Rome. That mightaccount for the indirect approach. Well, whoever it was, he supposed hewould learn soon enough.The stock transaction which the banker was spelling out was fair.Compared with the offer from O'Keefe, Warren Trent's personal cashsettlement would be smaller, but offset by a retained equity in thehotel. In contrast, the O'Keefe terms would cast him adrift from the St.Gregory's affairs entirely.As to an appointment as chairman of the board, while it might be a tokenpost only, devoid of power, he would at least be an inside, privilegedspectator to whatever might ensue. Nor was the prestige to be dismissedlightly."That," Emile Dumaire concluded, "is the sum and substance. As to theoffer's integrity, I have already stated that it is guaranteed by thebank. Furthermore, I am prepared to give you a notarized letter ofintention, this afternoon, to that effect.""And completion, if I agree?"The banker pursed his lips, considering. "There is no reason why paperscould not be drawn quickly, besides which the matter of the impendingmortgage expiry lends 281 HOTELsome urgency. I would say completion tomorrow at this time.99"And also at that time, no doubt, I would be told the purchaser'sidentity.""That," Emile Dumaire conceded, "would be essential to the transaction.""If tomorrow, why not now?"The banker shook his head. "I am bound by my instructions."Briefly, in Warren Trent's mind, his old ill temper flared. He wastempted to insist on revelation as a condition

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