Mr. Prohack

Chapter 20

"Could you make it to-night?" Sir Paul surprisingly answered. "And a.s.suming you say yes--I only say a.s.suming--couldn"t you run down with me to Smathe"s now and find out about your capital? That wouldn"t bind you in any way. I"m particularly anxious you should think it over very carefully. And, by the way, better keep these papers to refer to. But if you can"t get at your capital, no use troubling further. That"s the first thing to find out."

"I can"t go to Smathe"s now," Mr. Prohack stammered.

"Why not?"

"Because I"m going out with my wife in the car."

"But, my dear old boy, it"s a big thing, and it"s urgent."

"Yes, I quite see that. But I"ve got to go with Marian. I"ll tell you what I can do. I"ll telephone Smathe that you"re coming down to see him yourself, and he must tell you everything. That"ll be best. Then I"ll let you know my decision later."

As they parted, Sir Paul said:

"We know each other, and you may take it from me it"s all right. I"ll say no more. However, you think it over."

"Oh! I will!"

Old Paul touting for eighty thousand pounds! A wondrous world! A stupefying world!

Mr. Prohack, who didn"t know what to do with a hundred thousand pounds, saw himself the possessor of a quarter of a million, and was illogically thrilled by the prospect. But the risk! Supposing that honest Paul was wrong for once, or suppose he was carried off in the night by a carbuncle,--Mr. Prohack might find himself a pauper with a mere trifle of twenty thousand pounds to his name.

As soon as he had telephoned he resumed his hat and coat and went out on to the pavement to look for his car, chauffeur and wife. There was not a sign of them.

III

Mr. Prohack was undeniably a very popular man. He had few doubts concerning the financial soundness of old Paul"s proposition; but he hesitated, for reasons unconnected with finance or with domesticity, about accepting it. And he conceived the idea (which none but a very peculiar man would have conceived) of discussing the matter with some enemy of old Paul"s. Now old Paul had few enemies. Mr. Prohack, however, could put his hand on one,--Mr. Francis Fieldfare--the editor of an old-established and lucrative financial weekly, and familiar to readers of that and other organs as "F.F." Mr. Fieldfare"s offices were quite close to Mr. Prohack"s princ.i.p.al club, of which Mr. Fieldfare also was a member, and Mr. Fieldfare had the habit of pa.s.sing into the club about noon and reading the papers for an hour, lunching early, and leaving the club again just as the majority of the members were ordering their after-lunch coffee. Mr. Fieldfare pursued this course because he had a deep instinct for being in the minority. Mr. Prohack looked at his watch. The resolution of every man is limited in quant.i.ty. Only in mad people is resolution inexhaustible. Mr. Prohack had no more resolution than becomes an average sane fellow, and his resolution to wait for his wife had been seriously tried by the energetic refusal to go with Spinner to see Smathe. It now suddenly gave out.

"Pooh!" said Mr. Prohack. "I"ve waited long enough for her. She"ll now have to wait a bit for me."

And off he went by taxi to his club. The visit, he reflected, would serve the secondary purpose of an inconspicuous re-entry into club-life after absence from it.

He thought:

"They may have had an accident with that car. One day she"s certain to have an accident anyhow,--she"s so impulsive."

Of course Mr. Fieldfare was not in the morning-room of the club as he ought to have been. That was bound to happen. Mr. Prohack gazed around at the monumental somnolence of the great room, was ignored, and backed out into the hall, meaning to return home. But in the hall he met F.F.

just arriving. It surprised and perhaps a little pained Mr. Prohack to observe that F.F. had evidently heard neither of his illness nor of his inheritance.

Mr. Fieldfare was a spare, middle-aged man, of apparently austere habit; short, shabby; a beautiful, resigned face, burning eyes, and a soft voice. He was weighed down, and had been weighed down for thirty years, by a sense of the threatened immediate collapse of society--of all societies, and by the solemn illusion that he more clearly than anybody else understood the fearful trend of events.

Mr. Prohack had once, during the war, remarked on seeing F.F. glance at the tape in the Club: "Look at F.F. afraid lest there may be some good news." Nevertheless he liked F.F.

As editor of a financial weekly, F.F. naturally had to keep well under control his world-sadness. High finance cannot prosper in an atmosphere of world-sadness, and hates it. F.F. ought never to have become the editor of a financial weekly; but he happened to be an expert statistician, an honest man and a courageous man, and an expert in the pathology of stock-markets, and on this score his proprietors excused the slight traces of world-sadness occasionally to be found in the paper. He might have left his post and obtained another; but to be forced by fate to be editor of a financial weekly was F.F."s chief grievance in life, and he loved a good grievance beyond everything.

"But, my dear fellow," said F.F. with his melancholy ardent glance, when Mr. Prohack had replied suitably to his opening question. "I"d no idea you"d been unwell. I hope it isn"t what"s called a breakdown."

"Oh, no!" Mr. Prohack laughed nervously. "But you know what doctors are.

A little rest has been prescribed."

F.F. gazed at him softly compa.s.sionate, as if to indicate that nothing but trouble could be expected under the present political regime. They examined the tape together.

"Things can"t go on much longer like this," observed F.F.

comprehensively, in front of the morning"s messages from the capitals of the world.

"Still," said Mr. Prohack, "we"ve won the war, haven"t we?"

"I suppose we have," said F.F. and sighed.

Mr. Prohack felt that he had no more time for preliminaries, and in order to cut them short started some ingenious but quite inexcusable lying.

"You didn"t chance to see old Paul Spinner going out as you came in?"

"No," answered F.F. "Why?"

"Nothing. Only a man in the morning-room was wanting to know if he was still in the Club, and I told him I"d see."

"I hear," said F.F. after a moment, and in a lower voice, "I hear he"s getting up some big new oil scheme."

"Ah!" murmured Mr. Prohack, delighted at so favourable a coincidence, with a wonderful imitation of casualness. "And what may that be?"

"n.o.body knows. Some people would give a good deal to know. But if I"m any judge of my Spinner they won"t know till he"s licked off all the cream. It"s marvellous to me how Spinner and his sort can keep on devoting themselves to the old ambitions while the world"s breaking up.

Marvellous!"

"Money, you mean?"

"Personal aggrandis.e.m.e.nt."

"Well," answered Mr. Prohack, with a judicial, detached air. "I"ve always found Spinner a very decent agreeable chap."

"Oh, yes! Agreed! Agreed! They"re all too confoundedly agreeable for anything, all that lot are."

"But surely he"s honest?"

"Quite. As straight a man as ever breathed, especially according to his own lights. All his enterprises are absolutely what is known as "sound."

They all make rich people richer, and in particular they make _him_ richer, though I bet even he"s been feeling the pinch lately. They all have."

"Still, I expect old Spinner desires the welfare of the country just as much as any one else. It"s not all money with him."

"No. But did you ever know Spinner touch anything that didn"t mean money in the first place? I never did. What he and his lot mean by the welfare of the country is the stability of the country _as it is_. They see the necessity for development, improvement in the social scheme. Oh, yes!

They see it and admit it. Then they go to church, or they commune with heaven on the golf-course, and their prayer is: "Give us needed change, O Lord, but not just yet.""

The pair moved to the morning-room.

"Look here," said Mr. Prohack, lightly, ignoring the earnestness in F.F."s tone. "Supposing you had a bit of money, say eighty thousand pounds, and the chance to put it into one of old who-is-it"s schemes, what would you do?"

"I should be ashamed to have eighty thousand pounds," F.F. replied with dark whispering pa.s.sion. "And in any case nothing would induce me to have any dealings with the gang."

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