THOMAS WALES WARREN
lynchers were in jail, with five members of the river-front gang—and that the negroes and these five criminals were being taken out of the county for safe-keeping—Warren said, heartily: "Teague, you've done a good day's work. Have Judge Keiser hear those cases in the morning, and have him fine them for carrying weapons. Nothing must be said about the attempted lynching or about your part in preventing it. You understand me? The situation is too delicate for publicity. Good night."
He called up his daughter immediately and asked her to have a late supper prepared for him, and invited her to come for him with the car. Her voice was toneless and dejected. He went back to his cigar and his waiting.
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When he heard her knock he threw away the cigar, passed his handkerchief across his lips, and opened the door in an absent-minded manner, looking back at his desk.
She came in with a black lace scarf on her head, holding herself stiffly erect.
He began to gather up his papers. "Sit down a minute, my dear," he said, abstractedly.
She sat down on the edge of a chair. She did not look at him.
"Pritchard is leaving me now," he announced. "He's going to Miller, too." She did not speak.
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