Финансист

Chapter XLIV

           Heandhispartywereconductedtoalittleofficetotheleftoftheentrance,wherewereonlyadeskandachair,dimlylightedbyalow-burninggas-jet.SheriffJaspers,rotundandruddy,metthem,greetingtheminquiteafriendlyway.Zanderswasdismissed,andwentbrisklyabouthisaffairs.

           "Abadnight,isn’tit?"observedJaspers,turningupthegasandpreparingtogothroughtheroutineofregisteringhisprisoner.Stegercameoverandheldashort,privateconversationwithhiminhiscorner,overhisdeskwhichresultedpresentlyinthesheriff’sfacelightingup.

           "Oh,certainly,certainly!That’sallright,Mr.Steger,tobesure!Why,certainly!"

           Cowperwood,eyeingthefatsherifffromhisposition,understoodwhatitwasallabout.Hehadregainedcompletelyhiscriticalattitude,hiscool,intellectualpoise.Sothiswasthejail,andthiswasthefatmediocrityofasheriffwhowastotakecareofhim.Verygood.Hewouldmakethebestofit.Hewonderedwhetherhewastobesearchedprisonersusuallywerebuthesoondiscoveredthathewasnottobe.

           "That’sallright,Mr.Cowperwood,"saidJaspers,gettingup."IguessIcanmakeyoucomfortable,afterafashion.We’renotrunningahotelhere,asyouknow"—hechuckledtohimself—"butIguessIcanmakeyoucomfortable.John,"hecalledtoasleepyfactotum,whoappearedfromanotherroom,rubbinghiseyes,"isthekeytoNumberSixdownhere?"

           "Yes,sir."

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