She shook her head and showed him in.
"Good morning, Larry," was Daylight's greeting. "Sit down and
rest your feet. You sure seem to be in a flutter."
"I am," the little Irishman snapped back. "Grimshaw and Hodgkins
are going to smash if something isn't done quick. Why didn't you
come to the office? What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing," Daylight drawled lazily. "Except let them smash, I
guess--"
"But--"
"I've had no dealings with Grimshaw and Hodgkins. I don't owe
them anything. Besides, I'm going to smash myself. Look here,
Larry, you know me. You know when I make up my mind I mean it.
Well, I've sure made up my mind. I'm tired of the whole game.
I'm letting go of it as fast as I can, and a smash is the
quickest way to let go."
Hegan stared at his chief, then passed his horror-stricken gaze
on to Dede, who nodded in sympathy.
"So let her smash, Larry," Daylight went on. "All you've got to
do is to protect yourself and all our friends. Now you listen to
me while I tell you what to do. Everything is in good shape to
do it. Nobody must get hurt. Everybody that stood by me must
come through without damage. All the back wages and salaries
must be paid pronto.
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