Chapter XXXI
Cappy Ricks' meditations were interrupted by a knock at the door of his private office. "Come in," he piped, and his son-in-law, Captain Matt Peasley, stuck his head in. "The Tyee is sailing in, Cappy," he announced. "The Merchants' Exchange has just telephoned." "It's an infernal lie," Cappy shrilled excitedly. "It can't be the Tyee. If it is, she's two months ahead of her schedule, and by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, I fixed up that schedule myself." Matt Peasley grinned. "Perhaps Joey didn't like your schedule and re-arranged it to suit himself," he suggested. "Impossible! That infernal young scoundrel put it over me? Preposterous! Why, Mike Murphy was on the job. Get out, Matt, and don't come in here again today throwing scares into the old man." Nevertheless, Cappy's confidence
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