"You make the calculation," said he; "the figures are all there. Come to me when you have made it."
The land had been bought twenty-seven years and some months ago. Mr.
Meadows made the calculation in a turn of the hand and announced it.
Rich rang a hand bell. Another snuffy figure with a stoop and a bald head and a pen came through a curtain.
"Jones, verify that calculation."
"Penny, halfpenny, twopence, penny, halfpenny, twopence. Mum, mum!
Halfpenny wrong, sir."
"There is a halfpenny wrong!" cried Mr. Rich to Meadows, with a most injured air.
"There is, sir," said Meadows, "but it is on the right side for you. I thought I would make it even money against myself."
"There are only two ways, wrong and right," was the reply. "Jones, make it right. There, that is the price for the next half hour; after business hours to-day add a day"s interest; and, Jones--if he does not buy, write your calculation into the book with date--save time, next customer comes for it."
"You need not trouble, Mr. Jones," said Meadows. "I take the land.
Here is two hundred and fifty pounds--that is rather more than half the purchase-money.
"Jones--count."
"When can I have the deeds?"
"Ten, to-morrow."
"Receipt for two hundred and fifty pounds," said Meadows, falling into the other"s key.
"Jones, write receipt--two five naught."
"Write me an agreement to sell," proposed Meadows.
"No, you write it; I"ll sign it. Jones, enter transaction in the books.
Have you anything to do, young gentleman?" addressing Clinton.
"No, sir."
"Then draw this pen through the two crosses on the map and margin. Good morning, gentlemen."
And the money-making machine rose and dismissed them, as he had received them, with a short, sharp business _conge"._
Ye fair, who turn a shop head over heels, maul sixty yards of ribbon and buy six, which being sent home insatiable becomes your desire to change it for other six which you had fairly, closely, and with all the powers of your mind compared with it during the seventy minutes the purchase occupied, let me respectfully inform you that the above business took just eight minutes, and that "when it was done, "twas done."
(Shakespeare.)
"You have given too much, my friend," said Mr. Clinton.
"Come to my inn," was all the reply. "This is the easy part, the game is behind."
After dinner. "Now," said Meadows, "business. Do you know any respectable firm disposed toward speculation in mines?"
"Plenty."
"Any that are looking toward gold?"
"Why, no. Gold is a metal that ranks very low in speculation. Stop! yes, I know one tip-top house that has gone a little way in it, but they have burned their fingers, so they will go no farther."
"You are wrong; they will be eager to go on--first to recover the loss on that article of account, and next to show their enemies, and in particular such of them as are their friends, that they didn"t blunder.
You will go to them to-morrow and ask if they can allow you a commission for bringing them an Australian settler on whose land gold has been found."
"Now, my good sir," began Mr. Clinton, a little superciliously, "that is not the way to gain the ear of such a firm as that. The better way will be for you to show me your whole design and leave me to devise the best means for carrying it into effect."
Up to this moment Meadows had treated Mr. Clinton with a marked deference, as from yeoman to gentleman. The latter, therefore, was not a little surprised when the other turned sharp on him thus:
"This won"t do; we must understand one another. You think you are the man of talent and I am the clodhopper. Think so to-morrow night; but for the next twenty-four hours you must keep that notion out of your head or you will b.i.t.c.h my schemes and lose your fifty pounds. Look here, sir.
You began life with ten thousand pounds; you have been all your life trying all you know to double it--and where is it? The pounds are pence and the pence on the road to farthings. I started with a whip and a smock-frock, and this," touching his head, "and I have fifty thousand pounds in government securities. Which is the able man of these two--the bankrupt that talks like an angel and loses the game, or the wise man that quietly wins it and pockets what all the earth are grappling with him for? So much for that. And now which is master, the one who pays or the one who is paid? I am not a liberal man, sir; I am a man that looks at every penny. I don"t give fifty pounds. I sell it. That fifty pounds is the price of your vanity for twenty-four hours. I take a day"s loan of it. You are paid fifty pounds per diem to see that there is more brains in my little finger than in all your carca.s.s. See it for twenty-four hours or I won"t fork out, or don"t see it but obey me as if you did see it. You shan"t utter a syllable or move an inch that I have not set down for you. Is this too hard? then accept ten pounds for to-day"s work, and let us part before you bungle your master"s game as you have done your own."
Mr. Clinton was red with mortified vanity, but forty pounds! He threw himself back in his chair.
"This is amusing," said he. "Well, sir, I will act as if you were Solomon and I n.o.body. Of course under these circ.u.mstances no responsibility rests with me."
"You are wasting my time with your silly prattle," said Meadows, very sternly. "Man alive! you never made fifty pounds cash since you were calved. It comes to your hand to-day, and even then you must chatter and jaw instead of saying yes and closing your fingers on it like a vise."
"Yes!" shouted Clinton; "there."
"Take that quire," said Meadows, sharply. "Now I"ll dictate the very words you are to say; learn them off by heart and don"t add a syllable or subtract one or--no fifty pounds."
Meadows being a general by nature (not Horse-Guards) gave Clinton instructions down to the minutest matters of detail, and he whose life had been spent in proving he would succeed--and failing--began to suspect the man who had always succeeded might perhaps have had something to do with his success.
Next morning, well primed by Meadows, Mr. Clinton presented himself to Messrs. Brathwaite & Stevens and requested a private audience. He inquired whether they were disposed to allow him a commission if he would introduce them to an Australian settler on whose land gold had been discovered.
The two members of the firm looked at one another. After a pause one of them said:
"Commission really must depend on how such a thing turned out. They had little confidence in such statements, but would see the settler and put some questions to him."
Clinton went out and introduced Meadows. This happened just as Meadows had told him it would. Outside the door Mr. Meadows suddenly put on a rustic carriage and so came in and imitated natural shyness with great skill; he had to be twice asked to sit down.
The firm cross-examined him. He told them gold had been discovered within a stone"s throw of his land, thirty miles from Bathurst; that his friends out there had said go home to England and they will give you a heavy price for your land now; that he did hope to get a heavy price, and so be able to live at home--didn"t want to go out there again; that the land was worth money--for there was no more to be sold in that part; government land all round and they wouldn"t sell, for he had tried them (his sharp eye had seen this fact marked on Mr. Rich"s map).
"Well," said the senior partner, "we have information that gold has been discovered in that district; the report came here two days ago by the _Anne Amelia._ But the account is not distinct as yet. We do not hear on whose land it is found if at all. I presume you have not seen gold found."
"Could I afford to leave my business out there and come home--on a speculation?"
The eyes of the firm began to glitter.
"Have you got any gold to show us?"
"Nothing to speak of, sir; only what they chucked me for giving them a good dinner. But they are shoveling it about like grains of wheat, I a.s.sure you."
The firm became impatient.