JOHN DOYLE S GAMBLE WITH MILLIONS: HEADS HE WINGS-TAILS YOU LOSE
FUGIUVE YOU
Walter Stewart
BEFORE I MET John Christopher Doyle, the controversial mining promoter and close friend of Newfoundland Premier Joseph Smallwood, I thought of financial wizards as rather dull types, surrounded by computers and walnut-paneled boardrooms and lynx-eyed assistants and fussy accountants; stodgy people, really, for all their wealth, who lived in a world of ticker tape and dividends and stock warrants and other inscrutable phenomena. But all that, as I say, was before I met John Doyle, before I perched in the gilded opulence of his Ottawa penthouse, and found myself fixed by the wag of a manicured Doyle finger, startled by the bite of a normally soft Doyle voice, which rasped: “Whatever you write about me, goddam it, don’t call me a goddam fugitive from justice.”