"Who does Mr. Clover do?" inquired Wallingford perfunctorily.
Blackie"s sense of humor came uppermost to soothe his anguished feelings.
"He"s the Supreme Exalted Ruler of the n.o.ble Order of Friendly Hands,"
he grinned, "and his twenty-six members at three or eleven cents a month don"t turn in the money fast enough; so he took a chance on the cold-iron cage and brought a chunk of the insurance reserve fund to New York to double it. I picked myself out to do the doubling for him."
Mr. Wallingford chuckled.
"I know," he said. "To double it you fold the bills when you put them in your pocket, and when Clover wanted it back you"d have him pinched for a common thief. But how did it get away? I"m disappointed in you, Blackie.
I thought when you once saw soft money it was yours."
"Man died in his town. If he"d only put it off for one day the whole burg could have turned into a morgue, for I don"t need it. But no! The man died, and the Supreme Exalted Secretary wired the Supreme Exalted Ruler. The telegram was brought to his room just when I had the hook to his gills, and he--went--down--stream! It was perfectly scandalous the names we called that man for having died, but it takes a long time to cuss a thousand dollars" worth."
Mr. Wallingford was thoughtful.
"A fraternal insurance company," he mused. "I"ve never taken a fall out of that game, and it sounds good. This gifted amateur"s going out to-night? Hustle right down to his hotel and bring him up to dinner.
Tell him I"ve been thinking of going into the insurance field and might be induced to buy a share in his business. I"ve a notion to travel along with that thousand dollars to-night, no matter where it goes. O f.a.n.n.y!"
he called again to his wife in the other room. "Suppose you begin to pack up while I step out and soak the diamonds."
That was how Mr. James Clover came to obtain some startling new ideas about insurance; also about impressiveness. When Mr. Wallingford in a dinner coat walked into any public dining room, waiters were instantly electrified and ordinary mortals felt humble. His broad expanse of white shirt front awed the most self-satisfied into instant submission, and he carried himself as one who was monarch of all he surveyed. This was due to complacency, for though bills might press and cash be scarce, there never stood any line of worry upon his smooth brow. Worry was for others--those who would have to pay. Mr. Clover, himself of some bulk but of no genuine lordliness whatever, no sooner set eyes upon Mr. J.
Rufus Wallingford than he felt comforted. Here was wealth unlimited, and if this opulent being could possibly be induced to finance the n.o.ble Order of Friendly Hands, he saw better skies ahead, bright skies that shone down on a fair, fruitful world where all was prosperity and plenty. Mr. Clover was a block-like man with a square face and a heavy fist, with a loud voice and a cultivated oratorical habit of speech which he meant to be awe-inspiring. Behind him there was a string of failures that were a constant source of wonderment to him, since he had not been too scrupulous!
"He"d be a crook if he knew how; but he stumbles over his feet," Blackie confided to Wallingford. To Clover he said: "Look out for the big man.
He"s a pretty smooth article, and you"ll miss the gold out of your teeth if you don"t watch him."
It was a recommendation, and a shrewd one. Mr. Clover was prepared by it to be impressed; he ended by becoming a dazed worshiper, and his conquest began when his host ordered the dinner. It was not merely what he ordered, but how, that stamped him as one who habitually dined well; and to Clover, who had always lived upon a beer basis, the ascent to the champagne level was dizzying. It was not until they had broached their second quart of wine that business was brought up for discussion.
"I understand you"ve just had a bit of hard luck, Mr. Clover," said Wallingford, laughing as if hard luck were a joke.
Mr. Clover winced within, but put on a cheerful air.
"Merely what was to have been expected," he replied. "You refer, I suppose, to the death of one of our members, but as our Order now has a large enrollment we are only averaging with the mortality tables."
"What is your membership?" asked the other with sudden directness.
"At our present rate of progress," began Mr. Clover, eloquently, squaring his shoulders and looking Mr. Wallingford straight in the eye, "thousands will have been enrolled upon our books before the end of the coming year. Already we are perfecting a new and elaborate filing system to take care of the business, which is increasing by leaps and bounds."
Mr. Wallingford calmly closed one blue orb.
"But in chilly figures, discounting next year, how many?" he asked.
"Live ones, I mean, that cough up their little dues every month."
The Supreme Exalted Ruler squirmed and smiled a trifle weakly.
"You might just as well tell me, you know," insisted Mr. Wallingford, "because I shall want to inspect your books if I buy in. Have you a thousand?"
"Not quite," confessed Mr. Clover, in a voice which, in spite of him, would sound a trifle leaden.
"Have you five hundred?" persisted Mr. Wallingford.
Mr. Clover considered, while the silent Mr. Daw discreetly kept his face straight.
"Five hundred and seventeen," he blurted, his face reddening.
"That isn"t so bad," said Mr. Wallingford encouragingly. "But how do you clinch your rake-off?"
At this Mr. Clover could smile with smug content; he could swell with pride.
"Out our way, a little knothole in the regulations was found by yours truly," he modestly boasted. "Mine is somewhat different from any insurance order on earth. The members think they vote, but they don"t.
If they ever elect another Supreme Exalted Ruler, all he can do is to wear a bra.s.s crown and a red robe; I"ll still handle the funds. You see, we"ve just held our first annual election, and I had the entire membership vote "Yes" on a forever-and-ever contract which puts our whole income--for safety, of course--into the hands of a duly bonded company. For ten cents a month from each member this company is to pay all expenses, to handle, invest and disburse its insurance and other funds for the benefit of the Order. It"s like making a savings bank our trustee; only it"s different, because I"m the company."
His host nodded in approval.
"You have other rake-offs," he suggested.
"Right again!" agreed Clover with gleeful enthusiasm. "Certificate fees, fines for delinquency, regalia company and all that. But the main fountain is the little dime. Ten cents seems like a cheap game, maybe, but when we have two hundred and fifty thousand members, that trifling ante amounts to twenty-five thousand dollars a month. Bad, I guess!"
"When you get it," agreed the other. "You"re incorporated, then. For how much?"
"Ten thousand."
"I see," said Mr. Wallingford with a smile of tolerance. "You need me, all right. You ought to _give_ me a half interest in your business."
Mr. Clover"s self-a.s.sertiveness came back to him with a jerk.
"Anything else?" he asked pleasantly.
Mr. Wallingford beamed upon him.
"I might want a salary, but it would be purely nominal; a hundred a week or so."
Mr. Clover was highly amused. The only reason on earth that he would admit another man to a partnership with him was that he must have ready cash. His shoe soles were wearing out.
"I"m afraid our business wouldn"t suit you, anyhow, Mr. Wallingford," he said with bantering sarcasm. "Our office is very plain, for one thing, and we have no rug on the floor."
"We"ll put rugs down right away, and if the offices are not as swell as they make "em we"ll move," Wallingford promptly announced. "I might give you two thousand for a half interest."
Mr. Clover drank a gla.s.s of champagne and considered. Two thousand dollars, at the present stage of his finances, was real money. The n.o.ble Order of Friendly Hands had been started on a "shoestring" of five hundred dollars, and the profits of the Friendly Hands Trust Company had been nil up to the present time. This offer was more than a temptation; it was a fall.
"Couldn"t think of it," he nevertheless coldly replied. "But I"ll sell you half my stock at par. The secretary has ten shares, and dummy directors four. I hold eighty-six."
"Forty-three hundred dollars!" figured Wallingford. "And you"d charge me that for a brick with the plating worn thin! You forget the value of my expert services."
"What do you know about fraternal insurance?" demanded Clover, who had reddened under fire.
"Not a thing," confessed Mr. Wallingford. "All I know is how to get money. If I go in with you, the first thing we do is to reorganize on a two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar basis."
Mr. Clover pounded his fist upon the table until the gla.s.ses rang, and laughed so loudly that the head waiter shivered and frowned. Seeing, however, that the noise came from Mr. Wallingford"s corner, he smiled.