I set about ascertaining the exact status of the business of the N.O. & G. In my search for information I was thwarted again and again, but I do not think it was entirely luck which led me to solve the mystery to my personal satisfaction. I employed detectives to a.s.sist me, and in four days had the information on which to act.
It is as neat a conspiracy as ever was hatched by financial brigands, but I think I know every tree behind which they are hid. It is probable that they are within the pale of the written law, but one would have the same right to operate in gold bricks or green goods.
It may be that the action I have taken will spell my financial ruin, but I propose to ascertain if a gentleman cannot take a modest flyer in Wall Street without being marked as "a come-on," which is the term used by those who rig the market.
If they get me it will be not for $20,000 but for $2,000,000. I propose to make the fight of my life. I wonder what Miss Harding would think if she knew I were engaged in a deal of this magnitude?
On Thursday I instructed my business agents to convert certain negotiable a.s.sets into cash, and to arrange for an extension of my credit with the banks. I now propose to follow N.O. & G. to the bottom--if there be one--and if not I shall drop with my money into the fathomless void of bankruptcy.
I called on my broker.
"I wish to get out," I said to him. "I will take my losses. This has been an expensive experience to me."
"I do not imagine, Mr. Smith," he said, "that the loss of $23,000 will seriously cripple you or disturb your serenity."
I made a gesture of despair.
"If that were all I would not give it a thought," I said. He looked at me curiously.
"I hope that you are not long on this stock to any great extent," he said.
"I should have said nothing about it," I returned, looking as distressed as possible. "Please make no inference from my remark, and keep this transaction entirely an office secret."
"It is not necessary to caution me," he quickly said.
The financial papers that evening recorded a rumour to the effect that "The son of a late well-known banker and operator is said to be heavily long on N.O. & G., and the slump in that stock during the closing hours was probably due to his frantic efforts to close out an account estimated at 20,000 shares."
I wonder where that rumour originated. This is the way secrets are kept in Wall Street.
Prior to this I had commissioned Morse & Davis, brokers in whom I have implicit confidence, to purchase 5,000 shares of the stock at or below 75. I obtained 79 for my original investment, and its sale combined with the circulation of the rumour before mentioned precipitated a flurry in N.O. & G. which sent it as low as 74 and a fraction.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "It is not necessary to caution me"]
Before the market closed I had my five thousand shares.
Friday morning selling orders poured in from frightened small holders, and when their demands had been satisfied the "syndicated conspirators"
put the screws on just as I expected. They also circulated an alleged authorised interview with an official of the N.O. & G. forecasting the pa.s.sing of the regular semi-annual dividend.
Had I not been acquainted with the plans of these quotation wreckers I should have been seriously alarmed.
When the tape recorded a sale at 70 I placed an order with Morse & Davis for 10,000 shares, and they picked it up in small lots at an average of 69. It rose slightly on Sat.u.r.day, and I did nothing with it.
I have put up in margins $375,000, sufficient to protect me against a drop of twenty-five points. I stand to lose $1,975,000, and know where I can place my hands on the money. I antic.i.p.ate that the stock will go much lower, and have planned accordingly. My share of my lamented father"s estate is worth fully two and a half millions, and it is in such shape that I can speedily convert it into cash. If these thieves can get it they are welcome to it, but they will know that they have been in a fight.
The transition from the healthy quiet of Woodvale to the feverish furore of Wall Street was startling. At times as I stood by the ticker I could hardly persuade myself that it was not a dream, from which I should awake to stroll with Miss Harding across the brooks and green meadows we both love so well.
My prolonged absence from the links created some comment, so I am told, but no questions were asked and I volunteered no information. I have arranged matters so that it will not be necessary to spend much of my time in the city, unless something unexpected develops.
I have lost no sleep, but my golf this afternoon was disappointing.
I required eighty-nine for the round and lost seven golf b.a.l.l.s to Chilvers and Boyd. This will never do![1]
[Footnote 1: NOTE BY THE EDITOR.--From the foregoing it appears that Mr.
Smith"s stock transactions up to this date have involved a net loss of about $51,000, with a probability of a continuance of the decline during the coming week. Under these circ.u.mstances it would seem that he attaches undue importance to the loss of seven golf b.a.l.l.s, which I am informed, may be purchased at the standard price of fifty cents apiece.
Possibly this criticism may be impeached by those familiar with the ethics and peculiarities of golf, a game of which my knowledge is purely academic.]
On the table in front of me stands the finest golf trophy which ever delighted the eye of a devotee of the game. It is the bronze figure of a player whose mashie is in the position of that valuable iron club at the end of a short approach. It is the work of a French sculptor, and in design and execution it is nothing short of an inspiration. The position of the feet, body, arms, and shoulders, the expression of the face and eyes; all these details are perfect.
The figure is twenty-four inches in height and is mounted on an ebony pedestal.
Mr. Harding has given this magnificent bronze to the club, and it is in my keeping, as chairman of the Greens Committee. It will be presented to the winner of this year"s championship of Woodvale by Miss Grace Harding, and I have posted an announcement of the conditions of the compet.i.tion. It is open to all members, sixteen best scores to qualify, and then match play of eighteen holes, with thirty-six for the finals.
The tournament starts a week from Tuesday.
Between watching Wall Street and getting in shape for this compet.i.tion I am likely to have a busy week.
Mr. Harding called me into his apartments yesterday evening, displayed this gem of a bronze, and told me how he came to acquire it.
"It was the Kid"s suggestion, but I endorsed it in a minute," he said, pa.s.sing a box of cigars. "We were prowling around the jewelry haunts, Grace and I, seeing what she could flim-flam me into buying for her, when we ran across this thing. She thought it was great. I looked it over and saw that this bronze gentleman does not hold his club the way I do, and was in favour of letting him wait for another owner. Then she suggested that it would be a great scheme to buy it and give it to the club. I thought it over a minute and decided that it might be a good idea, and so I bought it, and here it is. Now you boys will have to sc.r.a.p it out among yourselves, and may the best one win."
"This is the finest trophy ever offered to the club," I said, "and on behalf of the members I wish to thank you as donor and Miss Harding as the instigator."
"I"ll create enough trouble around here to work out any indebtedness you fellows owe me for that gee-gaw," he laughed. "I"ve had an awful time since you have been down town, Smith. I reckon I"ve ploughed up as much turf as Jim Bishop did all last spring. Speaking of Bishop, did you know we"re invited over to his place Monday evening?"
"I had not heard of it," I said.
"Well, we are," he said. "There"s going to be great doings day after to-morrow night. Bishop"s new red barn is finished, and a bunch of us are going over to dinner and then partic.i.p.ate in the dance. Let"s go down stairs and hunt up Grace and Carter and const.i.tute the four of us a committee on arrangements and invitation. Grace talked to Bishop more than I did and she knows all about it."
We found Miss Harding, Miss Lawrence, LaHume, and Carter on the veranda, and decided to enlarge the committee to six. Miss Harding said Mr.
Bishop intimated he should expect about a dozen of us.
"Well, let"s see," figured Mr. Harding, and I felt in my bones he would make a mess of it. "Get out your pencil, Smith, and take us down as I give the names. There"s Ma Harding and me, that"s two; there"s Carter and Grace makes four; LaHume and his sweetheart makes six; then there"s----"
"Mr. LaHume and whom?" interrupted Miss Lawrence, her cheeks red and her eyes snapping fire. The grin on LaHume"s face died out.
"Why, LaHume and----"
"You"ve gone far enough," laughed Miss Harding. "Let me help you out, papa. We will select the gentlemen first. Please take down this list, Mr. Smith. Suppose we name Mr. LaHume, Mr. Carter, Mr. Marshall, Mr.
Chilvers, Mr. Smith, and Papa Harding. Then there"s Miss Lawrence, Miss Ross, Mrs. Marshall, Mrs. Chilvers, Mamma, and myself. That makes twelve."
"Those were the ones I was going to name when you stopped me," declared Mr. Harding, who pretended to be much puzzled, but who knew full well what was the matter. He gave me a quiet nudge with his elbow, and then went on to say that the twelve of us would dine with the Bishops at six o"clock, and stay to the dance which would start as soon as it was dark.
It ought to be great fun.
I wish I knew if Miss Harding resented the coupling of her name with Carter. I watched both of them closely, but neither gave a sign.
Chilvers tells me that Carter and Miss Harding have played several games together during the past week, and I a.s.sured him that the fact possessed not the slightest interest to me. Chilvers pretends to think it does, and seems to take much delight in harping on that subject.
As a matter of curiosity I should like to know when and where Carter first met the Hardings. Once or twice I have thrown out a hint to Carter, but he has not said a word.