Mrs. Gorham glanced up over her spectacles at the circle of faces around the sitting-room table.
Miss Gorham admitted that she had no idea of Mr. Jones' intentions.
"Riandar control," he snarled in an imitation of Gorham's voice.
But I know one thing, and that is that Gorham Allerton didn't like it a bit.
Something must have made Gorham decide to come back and make a separate deal of his own.
He seized Gorham's legs, lifted, then dashed the man's body to the ground.
Mr. Gorham smiled, knowing she had been talking every moment for the past half-hour, nevertheless he granted it.
Jolted by the sudden fall, Gorham was quiet for a fraction of a second.
Silverware is represented by Gorham's at Thirty-sixth Street.
Gorham had implied that he was the power behind the whole present regime.