Men gasped when they came into his
office in Britt Block
, but men held their faces measurably under control even though their diaphragms fluttered; the need of renewing a note-paying a bonus for the privilege-helped supplicants to hold in any bubbling hilarity.
stare and put additional venom into the look he
gave a man who came to the door and stood there, leaning against the jamb and surveying the scene with a satisfied grin.
There was no need of the name "Britt
" above his
head to proclaim his
kinship with the man who stood on the tavern porch.
The beard of the Britt in the door was gray, and his
head was bald.
was Tasper Britt, in looks, as Britt unadorned ought to have been.
There was something like subtle reproach in his
sticking to nature as nature had ordained.
And the folks of Egypt had been having much to say about Usial Britt
putting this new touch of malice into the long-enduring feud between twin brothers-even though he
merely went on as he
had been going, bald and gray.
Outside Britt Block
, Prophet Elias raised his
voice in his
regular "vesper service.
There was a fireplace in the office and Britt
leaped to it and grabbed a poker.
The cashier was moved to interfere, urged by two compelling motives.
wanted to get away from his
own dangerous situation of the moment in that office-and he
wanted to protect the old man outside from assault.
"President Britt, I'm ready to wind up my affairs, and I hope you see the wisdom in holding our talk strictly to the business in hand."