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The one glance was sufficient. It was a conference amongst the officers of the Beardmore Mills. The foxy, gray-faced John Moseley sat at the head of the directors' table, with his three vice-presidents grouped around him: Clinton Beardmore, florid and too well groomed; Rainer Stanley, with his curious pointed phiz like a fish's head; and Tony Beardmore, sitting a little apart like an insolent young Lorenzo the Magnificent in modern clothes.
Apparently the three older men were badgering Tony. By degrees Lance learned to distinguish between the various voices--Moseley's cold and precise, Clinton Beardmore's suave and elegant like his person, Stanley's somewhat thick, as if he suffered from adenoids. There was never any doubt about young Tony's cynical and contemptuous tones. The first distinct words that Lance heard were from Tony.