Slowly Mr. Wallingford"s shoulders began to heave and his face to turn red, and presently he broke into a series of chuckles that expanded to a guffaw.
"I don"t see how I ever won that five hundred from you this afternoon,"
he observed, and shook again.
"The pleasure is all mine," said the loser politely. "Now I"m sorry it wasn"t a thousand. You"re worth the money and I"m glad I came to see you. Count me in on the Retail Cigar Dealers" Consolidation."
"All right, sign the paper," said Wallingford with another chuckle.
"Watch me sign it not," said Meers. "I"m too patriotic. I"m so patriotic that I hate to see all this good money go to a stranger, so I"m going to take sixty-two and one half thousand dollars" worth of that free stock myself. I declare myself in. You hear me?"
By the time Mr. Meers was through talking Wallingford was delighted so far as surface went, though he was already doing some intense figuring.
"I don"t know but that it"s a good thing you came to see me," he admitted. "However, I hope it don"t strike you that I intend to give you half a nice ripe peach without a good reason for it. What do I get for letting you in?"
"That"s a fair question. I guess you noticed that if we want to cut a melon or open a keg of nails over in my place we don"t go down in the cellar?"
"I certainly did," admitted the big man with a grin.
"Well, that"s it. I"m permanent alderman from the fifth ward, and every time they hold an election they come and ask me whether I want it served with mushrooms or tomato sauce. The job has belonged to me ever since I was old enough to lie about my age. What I say goes in the privilege line, and I guess a mere child could figure out what that privilege would be worth to the Retail Cigar Dealers" Consolidation; the dice box privilege; the back room privilege with a nice little poker game going on twenty-four hours a day; faro if I want it. Besides, I"m coming in just because. Why, I"m the man that stopped the ping pong game in this town so I could have a monopoly of it!"
"How soon can you be ready to incorporate?" asked Wallingford, satisfied to all external appearances; for this man could stop him. "To-morrow?"
"To-night, if you say so."
Wallingford laughed.
"It won"t spoil over night," he said; "but there"s just one thing I want to know. Is there anybody else to cut in on this?"
In reply, Mr. Meers slowly drew down the under lid of his right eye to show that there was no green in it, and when they parted an hour or so later it was with mutual, even hilarious expressions of good will.
Immediately thereafter, however, Wallingford retired within himself and spent long, long hours in thought.
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHEREIN MR. WALLINGFORD JOINS THE LARGEST CLUB IN THE WORLD
The name of Meers was magic. It is quite probable that the magnetic Wallingford would have been able to carry through his proposed consolidation alone; but with the fifth ward alderman to back him his work was easy. A few of the small dealers were afraid of Meers, but they were also afraid to stay out; for the most part, however, they were glad to enter into any combination with him, particularly since it was tacitly understood that this would open up to them the much coveted "ping pong" privilege, an attraction which not only increased the sale of goods but gave an additional hundred per cent. of profit.
The first steps in the incorporation were taken the next day after the interview of Wallingford and Meers, and within a few days the Retail Cigar Dealers" Consolidation was formally effected, even to the trifling little mummeries which covered the state"s requirement of a certain percentage of "fully paid up stock." Wallingford"s share of the initial expense was one hundred dollars, but he had no mind to give up any of his precious pocket money at this time.
"Suppose you just pay the whole bill yourself, and let us pay you," he suggested in an offhand way to Meers. "It looks so much better all in one lump."
Of course, Mr. Meers was agreeable to this eminently respectable suggestion; but when Wallingford handed over his own check it was dated a week ahead.
"If this won"t do you I"ll have to give up some cash," he explained with an easy laugh. "I"m having some securities negotiated back East to open an account here, and it may take three or four days to have it arranged."
Meers heard him with a curious smile.
"I beat a pleasant stranger"s head off once for putting up a line of talk like that," he commented; "but, of course, this is different," and he took the check.
He had become an enthusiastic admirer of Wallingford"s undoubted genius, and at nothing was he more amused than by the caliber of the three other incorporators who had been chosen. Stock valuations were at once made for these three, at an exaggerated estimate of the value of their concerns, and when they came to Meers himself the same plan was followed.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "YOUR FINE LITTLE WIFE HERE SWEARS THAT IT WILL"]
"For," said Wallingford, "to make this strong you have to come in just like the rest, and I have to take up the balance of the stock right now as trustee."
Meers balked a trifle at that.
"I never feel so cheerful as when I"m my own stakeholder," he stated frankly. "When I hold all the coin it"s a cinch I"ll get mine, but when somebody else holds it I keep trained down for a foot race."
"Fix it any way to suit yourself," offered Wallingford with a carelessness that he was far from feeling. "If you can figure out a better stunt, show it to me."
Mr. Meers tried earnestly to think of a better plan but was forced to concede that there was none.
"Oh, well," he gave in at last, "it don"t matter. It"s only for a week or so I"ll have to rub salve on my fingers to cure that itch."
"Certainly," Wallingford a.s.sured him. "It won"t take more than a week, after we get the stock certificates from the printers, to make all the transfers, and then we"ll have from a hundred and twenty to a hundred and forty thousand dollars" worth to split up. If we can"t make that yield us five or six thousand a year apiece, aside from salaries, the buying and manufacturing grafts and other rake-offs, we ought to have guardians appointed."
"Fine business," agreed Meers complacently.
That complacency, which meant forgetfulness of the fact that all the stock would be temporarily in Wallingford"s hands and under his absolute legal mastery, was what J. Rufus wished to encourage, and to that end he arranged for "secret" meetings of the Retail Cigar Dealers during the constructive period. Here the promoter was at his best. Singly, his big impressiveness dominated men; in ma.s.ses, he swayed them. Enthusiasm was raised to fever heat. Even the smallest among these men grew large.
Individually they were poor; collectively they were rich. Outside the consolidation not one of them amounted to much; inside it each one was a part of a millionaire! In the business of cigar selling a new era had come, and its name was Wallingford! By the close of the second meeting, scarcely a small dealer in the town but had signed the cleverly worded agreement.
It was while the stock certificates were being printed that Wallingford, who almost lived in the resplendent carriage these days, drove up to Ed Nickel"s place of business, at a time when both the flabby solitaire player and the apathetic watcher had gone out to whatever mysterious place it was that they secured food.
"I say, Mr. Vice President," asked Wallingford, addressing the amazingly spruced up Mr. Nickel quite as an equal, "do you know where I could buy a nice house? One for about fifteen thousand?"
"I don"t know, I"m sure," regretted Nickel, pleased to be taken thus into the great Wallingford"s intimacy, "but there ought to be plenty of them. I wish I could figure on a house like that."
"Stick to me and see what happens to you," advised Wallingford with no thought of the joke he was uttering. "There"s no reason you shouldn"t have anything you want if you just go after the big game. Watch me."
"But you"ve got money," protested the Vice President.
"Did I always have it?" demanded the eminent financier. "Every cent I have, Mr. Nickel, I made myself; and you can do the same. The trouble is, you don"t go in big enough. You have only a thousand dollars worth of stock in our consolidation, for instance. You ought to have at least ten thousand."
"I haven"t the money," said Nickel.
"How much have you?"
"Just a shade over five thousand. Say, man, I"m forty-six years old and I been slavin" like a dog ever since I was sixteen. Thirty years it took me to sc.r.a.pe that five thousand together."
"Saved it!" snorted Wallingford. "No wonder you haven"t but five thousand. You can"t make money that way. You have to invest. Do you suppose Rockefeller _saved_ his first million? Tell you what I"ll do, Nickel. Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure," a.s.serted Mr. Nickel, with the eagerness of one who has never been entrusted with a secret of consequence.
"If you want it and will pay for it on delivery next Sat.u.r.day, I can scheme it for you to take up an extra five thousand dollars" worth of stock in the consolidation; but if I do you must not say one word about it to any one until after everything is settled, or some of these other fellows will be jealous. There"s Meers, for instance. He"s crazy right now to take over every share of the surplus, but, between you and I, we don"t want him to have such a big finger in the pie."