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He got up, large, self-confident, reserved. Stener, buoyed up by the
subtle reassurance of his remarks, recovered to a degree his equanimity.
Mr. Mollenhauer, the great, powerful Mr. Mollenhauer was going to help
him out of his scrape. He might not have to go to jail after all.
He left after a few moments, his face a little red from weeping, but
otherwise free of telltale marks, and returned to his office.
Three-quarters of an hour later, Sengstack called on him for the second
time that day--Abner Sengstack, small, dark-faced, club-footed, a great
sole of leather three inches thick under his short, withered right leg,
his slightly Slavic, highly intelligent countenance burning with a pair
of keen, piercing, inscrutable black eyes. Sengstack was a fit secretary
for Mollenhauer. You could see at one glance that he would make Stener
do exactly what Mollenhauer suggested. His business was to induce Stener
to part with his street-railway holdings at once through Tighe & Co.,
Butler's brokers, to the political sub-agent who would eventually
transfer them to Mollenhauer. What little Stener received for them
might well go into the treasury.
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