"I see," a.s.sented Mr. Close, immediately ceasing to smile; for now approached the daily agony of life--the grudging of credit. "I see; I see. Do you propose engaging in a new venture?"
"Just as often as I can find one," stated Johnny briskly.
Mr. Close looked at him with stern disapproval.
"That does not sound like a very stable frame of mind," he chided.
"What do you propose to do first?"
"A twenty-story hotel."
"That runs into millions!" gasped Close, and reached out to touch a b.u.t.ton upon his desk; but Johnny Gamble stayed that hand.
"You"re after my balance," he said. "It"s twelve dollars and thirty-seven cents."
"Well, you see, Mr. Gamble, under the circ.u.mstances--" hesitated Mr.
Close.
"I know," interrupted the applicant; "you can only say I"m good for twelve-thirty-seven. I don"t ask you to back me. If anybody "phones you, just say I"m a good boy."
Mr. Close almost smiled again.
"So far as the moral risk is concerned I shall have no hesitation in speaking most highly of you," he granted.
"And don"t laugh when you say it," Johnny admonished, smiling cheerfully, for he knew that Close always did better than he promised.
"Tell them this, can"t you?--I"ve banked with you for five years. I"ve run about a ton of money through your shop. I"ve been broke a dozen times and I never left a debt behind me. I"ve been trusted and I always made good. I guess you could say all that if you stopped to take a couple of breaths, couldn"t you?"
"I shall certainly say those things if I am asked about them," replied Mr. Close, considering them carefully, one by one. "Don"t hesitate to refer to me. I"ll do the best I conscientiously can for you."
Johnny stood waiting for the stream of the traffic to stop for the cross-current, so that he could go over to the subway, when a big blue touring car stopped just in front of him, and the driver, a hearty young woman all in blue, including plumes and shoes, hailed him joyously.
"Jump in, Johnny!" she invited. "I found a four-leaf clover this morning--and here I"m lucky already. Sammy, run into the drug store for some chocolates. Johnny, sit up here with me."
Sammy Chirp, who tied his own cravats and did them nicely, smiled feebly in recognition of Johnny Gamble, lugged Miss Polly Parson"s bouquet, parasol, fan, hand-bag and coat back into the tonneau and went upon his errand.
"Thanks, Sammy," said Johnny, and clambered into young Chirp"s place in the car. "Where are you going to take me?"
"Any place you say," rejoined Polly.
"Drive over on Seventh Avenue, then," he directed. "There"s a lot of shack property around the new terminal station. I want to build a smashing big hotel over there. I don"t see why somebody hasn"t done it."
Polly puzzled over that matter considerably herself.
"It doesn"t seem possible that New York would overlook a bet like that," she declared, and obeying the traffic policeman"s haughty gesture, turned briskly off Broadway.
"Why not?" he demanded. "New York grabs a cinch. The cinch has been kicking around loose for fifty years. New York pats herself on the pink bald spot. "Nothing gets by me!" she says."
"New York"s the best town in the world!" Polly flared.
"I wasn"t insulting your friend," apologized Johnny, and looked at his watch. "Great Scott! It"s ten-thirty!" he exploded. "I owe myself seventy-five hundred dollars. All I"ve done is to decide on a Terminal Hotel Company. Want some stock, Polly?"
"I"ll take all I can reach if you"re leading it around," she a.s.sured him. "I can"t take much, but I"ll make Daddy Parsons go in, and I"ll be a nuisance to every moneyed man I know."
"By the by, where"s the fifteen thousand I made Sat.u.r.day?" Johnny asked.
"In my bank," she replied. "I just deposited it."
"Why did you take it away from me--if it"s any of my business?" he wanted to know.
"I was afraid they"d s.n.a.t.c.h it from you," she returned. "Gresham was all peeved up because you took fifteen thousand away from him in front of Constance. Loring saw Gresham and your old partner talking together immediately afterward; and he told me that they might frame up some crooked scheme to grab the money. I didn"t have a chance to explain, so I asked you to indorse the check to me."
"Do you think Collaton"s crooked?" Johnny asked with a queer smile.
"I can think he"s crooked without batting an eyelash. I can think it about Gresham too."
"Why do you have that idea about Gresham?"
"Because I don"t like him," she triumphantly argued.
"Shake!" invited Johnny. "I know six reasons why I can do without him.
What are your six?"
"One is because I don"t like him, and another is because he"s going to marry Constance, and the other four are because I don"t like him," she calmly summed up.
"Does Constance say he"s going to marry her?" he inquired crisply.
"Not in so many words."
"Then I don"t believe it. I wouldn"t marry him for six millions."
"Constance can"t be so careless. If they break you they can"t sprint fast enough to keep it; but if they take it away from Constance she"s broke."
"It"s ten-forty!" groaned Johnny. "I"m slow on that million.
Constance"ll think I"m loafing."
"Is she interested?"
"She promised last night to keep score. Gresham was there. I looked, any minute, to see him bite himself in the neck and die of poison.
Polly, he can"t have her."
"You"d better tell Constance about that," laughed Polly. "Why, Johnny, you had never seen her or heard of her forty-eight hours ago!"
"I know; I didn"t have the right chances when I was young!"
Polly gazed upon him admiringly.
"I"ve seen swift love affairs before, but you"ve set a new record!" she exclaimed. "Well, I"m for you, Johnny. Since poor Billy"s parents adopted me and made me a cousin of Constance, I can trot up her stone steps any minute; and she treats me as if I"d had my first bottle in a pink-silk boudoir. I"ll make it my business to run up there twice a day and boost for you."
"Don"t be too strong!" Johnny hastily warned her. "Boost half of the time if you want to, but be sure and knock the other half."