Achmed Abdullah

Achmed Abdullah

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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah Bucking the Tiger — Chapter 7 (1917)

Marshall Houghton caught his breath; mining or water-power, be thought, and most likely for his father! He must find out the details. So he dropped his voice to a confidential, caressing octave.
"Mind telling me what it is? Perhaps I can be of help to you."
Macdonald grinned.
"You are, old man, you are! For, you see, I am making an investigation of alcoholism in all its phases. And you must own up to the fact that here is a science which is still in its infancy."
The other forced himself to smile. Of course Macdonald was hedging, he said to himself.
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah Bucking the Tiger — Chapter 7 (1917)

What d'you mean by the infinite? Some business deal?"
"You guessed it first time, old man. Business deal it is, and damned big business at that. Why, there's an initial payment of a hundred thousand dollars cash involved," he added casually.
"Handling it yourself?" Marshall Houghton's voice was eager.
"Good Lord, no," Macdonald replied quite truthfully. "A syndicate is backing me up."
And he rose and left the room.
That evening, in his home on Seventh Avenue, Marshall Houghton communicated the news to his father. That conscientious financier smiled a heavily auriferous smile.
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah Bucking the Tiger — Chapter 7 (1917)

Four men were grouped around the poker table; the two Houghtons, Ritchie Macdonald, and Pat Kenny.
Kenny was one of the leading businessmen of the Northwest. Though the tang of the steerage had never left him, he handled all deals involving mines and contracts and real estate with a clear-eyed vision that was positively uncanny. He had become thoroughly Americanized in everything, being a good Irishman, except in poker.
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