"How would you propose compromising the matter, if I am guilty?" he asked.
"By leaguing with you," answered Monroe, artlessly.
"Leaguing with me?" said John, doubtful of his meaning.
"Yes," he answered. "I have a draft here for one hundred thousand, made payable to the treasurer of the New York office. You can get the money yourself by signing it as a.s.sistant treasurer. Get it, and we will divide the amount. I will fix the books at the other end so that a discovery cannot be made till we are safely in Europe or South America.
Will you do it?"
A new idea came to John, growing on him gradually as Monroe unfolded his nefarious scheme.
"Yes; I will do it," he answered, with alacrity. "Where is the draft?"
Monroe immediately pulled the draft from an inside pocket of his vest.
He looked it over, as if he regretted to give it up; then he turned it over to John, with a hesitating hand.
"Get the money," said Monroe, without an intimation that he was pleased, or not pleased, over the readiness with which John seemed to be falling into his trap.
John leisurely put the draft with a number of other drafts he had in his possession belonging to the firm, placed them all together in the firm"s bank book, and retreated, without a word, from the enervating personality of Monroe. After depositing the entire sum in the name of the firm, he returned to the office to report to Monroe.
"That is rather a crude piece of business, Mr. Monroe," said John, as he entered the office. Standing with folded arms on the opposite side of him at the flat-top desk, he gave a laugh, and smiled sarcastically, as he said: "Crude! I should say; so crude that it smells of rusted iron!"
Monroe looked up nonplused at the haughty and sneering tone of his inferior; but he showed no irritation.
"Did you get the money?" asked Monroe, blandly.
"I did," answered John, good naturedly.
"Well, divide up," said Monroe, having doubts.
"Oh, I forgot to return with it, Monroe," replied John, as he laughed in his superior"s face. "I placed it to the credit of the firm. Believing there was no hurry about dividing up, and thinking tomorrow would do as well as today for that little formality, I changed my mind between here and the bank. The money will keep where it is, Mr. Monroe."
The door of the office opened. The form of Mr. Jarney stood in it for a brief time. Then he closed the door and stood inside the room. He did not advance at once. As Mr. Monroe saw him first, his face took on a yellow pallor. John noticed the change in the coloring of his marbled visage, and turned about. Seeing who the intruder was, he took a few steps across the room, and lively grasped his former master by the hand.
"Glad to see you, Mr. Jarney; very glad," said John.
Mr. Jarney, in turn, greeted John very warmly, and said he was inexpressively happy to see him looking so robust, and hoped that he was still the same unpolluted young man as when he first met him. All of which abashed John so that he blushed.
"Did you get my telegram?" he asked John, yet not turning to greet Monroe, who sat without a tremor at the desk.
"Yes; I have been looking for you all day," replied John. "Here is Mr.
Monroe," he said, as he turned and waved his hand toward that brazen piece of trickery.
"Yes; yes; I see Mr. Monroe," said Mr. Jarney, shooting his sharpened glances at him. "I came here to see about some little tricks he is up to. What have you accomplished, Mr. Monroe?"
"Aren"t you laboring under a misapprehension, Mr. Jarney?" asked the ghost.
"Oh, not at all, Mr. Monroe," said Mr. Jarney. "I have found you out. I came here to beard you before this young man," rising almost to the angry point in the vehemence of his threat.
"Why, Mr. Jarney," said the lamentable Monroe, "what have I done that you, whom I have always served so faithfully, should hurl aspersions upon my name and cast reflections upon my integrity?"
"Your name and integrity!" said Mr. Jarney, with rising voice. "You haven"t either. Where is that draft and those office books? Turn them over immediately to Mr. Winthrope here for safe keeping."
"I have already deposited the draft," interrupted John. "Mr. Monroe proposed to me that we cash it and divide the money. I a.s.sented--of course not. He has accused me of being short in my accounts. But he lies--I am not afraid of an investigation, Mr. Monroe."
"Is this true, Mr. Monroe?" asked Mr. Jarney, fiercely, and piercing him through and through with his firmness.
Mr. Monroe cowered before Mr. Jarney"s rage, like an abject criminal brought to the confession stage of his stricken conscience, but as blank as ever.
"Is this true, Mr. Monroe?" demanded Mr. Jarney again, still upbraiding him by his fierce tone.
"I am afraid it is," responded Monroe, meekly, with a crestfallen tone, but no change in his countenance.
"I am very sorry for you, Mr. Monroe," said Mr. Jarney, relentingly. "I was infuriated with you a moment ago, and meant to be harsh; but now all that I can say is, that you deserve my pity. Ingrat.i.tude is the worst of all mean traits, Mr. Monroe. My advice to you, coupled with my injunction, is that you hasten to the Pittsburgh office, close up your accounts and leave the employment of the firm, taking the other two dupes with you. You may go now. I have no further use for you here."
Mr. Monroe sat dumbly under this withering dressing up; but he was obdurate in his inexpressiveness. Taking Mr. Jarney"s cue, he arose, put on his hat, and departed, without a farewell to either one.
That was the last they ever saw of poor Monroe, alive. His body was found next day on a muddy sh.o.r.e, where the sewer rats fight among themselves for a share of the food that the foul sewage spews out with its bile.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE CHIEF GRAFTER IS FOREWARNED AND GOES TO EUROPE.
Jacob Cobb, the big boss, sat in his easy chair, surrounded by his spendthrift family, with whom he was communing on the glories of that fame which money brings to those who earn not, nor spin.
It was a bright evening in May, with a red sun setting through the upper haze on the horizon, and throwing back through the windows of his mansion a fiery glare, like the gleam of a blast furnace permeating the density of the pall that ever hangs over the valleys skirting the hills to either side. Had he, or they, or any of them, been of a meditative turn, the evening scene might have been likened to the scenes that surround the tempestuous lives of those who toil and dwell where the counterpart of the sun, in this comparison, holds sway throughout the day and night.
But as they were not of a meditative turn, they never saw the black old buildings of the workmen, as grimy as the squat old mills themselves spouting fire from thousands of smoke-stacks, all huddled together in the narrow ways and defiles, like so many barbarous places of habitation, with sooty walls and streaked window panes, and fuming chimney tops, and nowhere scarcely a sign of vegetation to brighten up the dull tones of the desolation. They never saw the grim-visaged, hard-fisted, half-naked men, sweating blood, almost, subjecting the native element of iron to the changing process of the caves of fire, before which they worked and strained their energies to produce the finished product that made it possible for men like Cobb to live in splendor. They never saw the simple homes, the poor homes, the impoverished homes of some of these workmen; or their children in their styles, their plays, their sports, their love-making, their dutifulness to parent, their respect for law, or their shortcomings; nor heard their ambitious cry; nor saw their cheerful endeavors to improve their worldly affairs; nor saw the blight of poverty, nor the curse of rum. They saw nothing, save the rolling smoke from the factory fires which the poor man teased; and, even though it brought them plenty, it gave them long periods of annoyance that they had to endure it. They only saw the setting sun, in that direction, going down into a tarnished sky. But they saw, in the iridescence of their surroundings, the gloat of pomp, the pride of power, the sen-sen of gayety, the joy of l.u.s.t, the glib of society, the whirl of scandal--the right to graft.
Jacob Cobb was at ease, if ever there was a man in such a heaven of exalted purification, as he sat in his easy chair on this evening. It was the time of his domestic enjoyment, in which no one ever took more delight, the divorce scandal talk to the contrary notwithstanding; and this is one thing to his credit, if he should have credit for anything he has done in this world. Money was his G.o.d. Not being competent to ama.s.s a fortune, had he applied his talents in genuine business, he, early in life, became a petty politician. Starting as an election board clerk, he ascended the winding stairs of a ward heeler up the many flights till he reached the chief seat in the inner chamber of the Temple of the Bosses, and there he reigned--till he should be dethroned by an aroused public conscience.
He was now in the hey-day of his power, and he ruled with a clenched fist; albeit, at times, he heard temblors below him that might become powerful enough to shake him from his seat. Through a College of Embasies, with Peter Dieman as the dean, he worked the system through the tortuous windings of every channel of business, collecting his t.i.ths as Pharoah collected his charges on his garnerings in the seven years of famine, with about as pitiless a hand. And these t.i.things were heavy. They poured into the System"s exchequer from every source, like the waters that flowed by the city of his birth to form the La Belle Reviere; but, unlike that stream, which flowed to a bigger sea, they stopped at Cobb"s gate to enter silently into his dark pool to disappear via an unseen outlet.
Jacob, not being wholly satisfied with what was clandestinely coming his way, connived at other schemes to perpetuate the inflow to his coffers; which was to his shame. The worst of which of his many other designs, was to marry his children to rich men or women, and divide the loot, if money may be christened, in this instance, by that pelfic name. Susanna, the eldest, and Marjorie, the youngest of his two daughters, were already bargained for by two young scions of the rich who had no more reputation to hang to them than discarded touts of the underworld; but their daddies had money, and that counted for much, while innocence had to suffer. But there was Jasper yet, his own young hopeful, past the age of twenty-six, and not yet disposed of. A glimpse into that young man"s character has been given in a previous chapter, so here it will suffice to say that he was a profligate of the evilest sort. And Jacob wanted him to capture Edith Jarney! G.o.d forbid such a union! Purity joined to degradation in holy wedlock? Not if Edith Jarney knew her mind; for it would be unholy wedlock. Mrs. Cobb was equally as mercenary with her children as their father. She it was that first proposed the horrid scheme. She it was that taught them how to ensnare the victims marked for their bows. She it was that led them to the idol that they were to worship. She it was that schooled them in the ways of sn.o.bbery. And they called her a doting mother. And Jacob willingly acquiesced.
Those who teach that man is only a biological ent.i.ty might find in such sons and daughters good subjects for their experimentation, and prove their theory by the aid of the divorce courts.
"Jasper, it is time for you to make some headway with Miss Jarney," said his doting mother, on this evening, as they all sat around their father in his ease.
Jasper, who had been sitting near in a despondently moping manner, suddenly aroused himself to the importunate remark, and looked disconsolate enough to arouse the sympathy of every one bent on reforming young blades; for he had been out the night before, and showed evidences of heavy dissipation.
"Mother, you are always going on at me about Miss Jarney," he retorted.
"She"s been sick for the past five months or more; I have seen her but once, and then had no chance of seeing her alone."
"Yes, dear Jasper, you must brace up, now, and make of yourself more of a man, if you want to improve on your opportunity of winning such a prize," said Jacob Cobb, with some disparaging sentiments in his tone.