Breen did not rave; Breen rather liked it. Garry had no money, it
is true, except what he could earn,--neither had Corinne. Garry
seemed to do as he darned pleased,--so did Corinne;--Garry had no
mother,--neither had Corinne so far as yielding to any authority
was concerned. "Yes,--let 'em marry,--good thing--begin at the
bottom round and work up--" all of which meant that the honorable
banker was delighted over the prospect of considerable more
freedom for himself and considerable less expense in the
household.
And so the wedding had taken place with all the necessary
trimmings: awning over the carpeted sidewalk; four policemen on
the curb; detectives in the hall and up the staircase and in the
front bedroom where the jewels were exposed (all the directors of
the Mukton Lode were represented); crowds lining the sidewalk; mob
outside the church door--mob inside the church door and clear up
to the altar; flowers, palms, special choir, with little bank-
notes to the boys and a big bank-note to the leader; checks for
the ranking clergyman and the two assistant clergymen, not
forgetting crisp bills for the sexton and the janitor and the
policemen and the detectives and everybody else who could hold out
a hand and not be locked up in jail for highway robbery.
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