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"
Some
of
your
last
friends
,
"
he
answered
,
"
and
some
of
my
first
.
"
Midas
Mulligan
met
them
at
the
door
.
She
noticed
that
his
grim
,
square
face
was
not
as
harshly
expressionless
as
she
had
thought
:
he
had
a
look
of
satisfaction
,
but
satisfaction
could
not
soften
his
features
,
it
merely
struck
them
like
flint
and
sent
sparks
of
humor
to
glitter
faintly
in
the
corners
of
his
eyes
,
a
humor
that
was
shrewder
,
more
demanding
,
yet
warmer
than
a
smile
.
He
opened
the
door
of
his
house
,
moving
his
arm
a
shade
more
slowly
than
normal
,
giving
an
imperceptibly
solemn
emphasis
to
his
gesture
.
Walking
into
the
living
room
,
she
faced
seven
men
who
rose
to
their
feet
at
her
entrance
.
"
Gentlemen
—
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
"
said
Midas
Mulligan
.
He
said
it
smiling
,
but
only
half
-
jesting
;
some
quality
in
his
voice
made
the
name
of
the
railroad
sound
as
it
would
have
sounded
in
the
days
of
Nat
Taggart
,
as
a
sonorous
title
of
honor
.
She
inclined
her
head
,
slowly
,
in
acknowledgment
to
the
men
before
her
,
knowing
that
these
were
the
men
whose
standards
of
value
and
honor
were
the
same
as
her
own
,
the
men
who
recognized
the
glory
of
that
title
as
she
recognized
it
,
knowing
with
a
sudden
stab
of
wistfulness
how
much
she
had
longed
for
that
recognition
through
all
her
years
.
Her
eyes
moved
slowly
,
in
greeting
,
from
face
to
face
:
Ellis
Wyatt
—
Ken
Danagger
—
Hugh
Akston
—
Dr
.
Hendricks
—
Quentin
Daniels
—
Mulligan
’
s
voice
pronounced
the
names
of
the
two
others
:
"
Richard
Halley
—
Judge
Narragansett
.
"
