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Show 150 "Put supper on the table," Hugo said. "I'll tell you while I'm eating. Come over here, Karl, and start to eat." "What about me?" Henry asked. "I need to eat, too, Pop. I 'm hungry." "You sit at this table, eat your foot, and don't say a single word," Hugo told him. "And if you don't mind me, you'll go right to bed without your supper. Hear?" Henry nodded, taken aback by his father's uncustomary sternness. Hugo propped his elbows on the table and rested his head on his hands. As Maggie Rose set his plate before him, he said, "It's a strange thing that's happening, Maggie Rose, and I don't know what to make of it." "Tell me." She heaped his plate with potatoes and gravy, then slipped into her chair to wait for his explanation. Hugo began, "Mayo Culley came to see me today." "Is something wrong with Jame?" Maggie Rose asked quickly. "No, it has nothing to do with Jame. Except...do you remember when Jame told us that Mayo is working for Harry Ward? That!.. .that's what makes me think there's a fly in the ointment." "For Lord's sake, Hugo, begin at the beginning!" "All right." Hugo took a mouthful of steak and talked around it. "Mayo Culley came to me today, and I never saw a man look so tormented about what he had to say. He looked like he wanted to bawl." "Big people don't bawl," Henry said. "Babies bawl." He quieted |