"Dad! Where have you been living these years? Royal Rubber Corporation, of course. They dropped to eighteen shillings, and they oughtn"t to have done. I bought a whole big packet on the understanding that I should have a fortnight to fork out. They were bound to go up again. Hadn"t been so low for eleven years. How could I have foreseen that old Sampler would go and commit suicide and make a panic?"
"I never read the financial news, except the quotations of my own little savings, and I"ve never heard of old Sampler," said Mr. Prohack.
"Considering he was a front-page item for four days!" Charlie exclaimed, raising his voice, and then dropping it again. And he related in a few biting phrases the recent history of the R.R. "I wouldn"t have minded so much," he went on. "If your particular friend, Mr. Softly Bishop, wasn"t at the bottom of my purchase. His name only appears for some of the shares, but I"ve got a pretty good idea that it"s he who"s selling all of them to yours truly. He must have known something, and a rare fine thing he"d have made of the deal if I wasn"t going bust, because I"m sure now he was selling to me what he hadn"t got."
Mr. Prohack"s whole demeanour changed at the mention of Mr. Bishop"s name. His ridiculous sn.o.bbish pride reared itself up within him. He simply could not bear the idea of Softly Bishop having anything "against" a member of his family. Sooner would the inconsistent fellow have allowed innocent widows and orphans to be ruined through Charlie"s plunging than that Softly Bishop should fail to realise a monstrous profit through the same agency.
"I"ll see you through, my lad," said he, briefly, in an ordinary casual tone.
"No thanks. You won"t," Charlie replied. "I wouldn"t let you, even if you could. But you can"t. It"s too big."
"Ah! How big is it?" Mr. Prohack challengingly raised his chin.
"Well, if you want to know the truth, it"s between a hundred and forty and a hundred and fifty thousand pounds. I mean, that"s what I should need to save the situation."
"You?" cried the Terror of the departments in amaze, accustomed though he was to dealing in millions. He had gravely miscalculated his son. Ten thousand he could have understood; even twenty thousand. But a hundred and fifty...! "You must have been mad!"
"Only because I"ve failed," said Charles. "Yes. It"ll be a great affair.
It"ll really make my name. Everybody will expect me to bob up again, and I shan"t disappoint them. Of course some people will say I oughtn"t to have been extravagant. Grand Babylon Hotel and so on. What rot! A flea-bite! Why, my expenses haven"t been seven hundred a month."
Mr. Prohack sat aghast; but admiration was not absent from his sentiments. The lad was incredible in the scale of his operations; he was unreal, wagging his elegant leg so calmly there in the midst of all that fragile j.a.panese lacquer--and the family, grotesquely unconscious of the vastness of the issues, chatting domestically only a few feet away. But Mr. Prohack was not going to be outdone by his son, however Napoleonic his son might be. He would maintain his prestige as a father.
"I"ll see you through," he repeated, with studied quietness.
"But look here, dad. You only came into a hundred thousand. I can"t have you ruining yourself. And even if you did ruin yourself--"
"I have no intention of ruining myself," said Mr. Prohack. "Nor shall I change in the slightest degree my mode of life. You don"t know everything, my child. You aren"t the only person on earth who can make money. Where do you imagine you get your gifts from? Your mother?"
"But--"
"Be silent. To-morrow morning gilt-edged, immediately saleable securities will be placed at your disposal for a hundred and fifty thousand pounds. I never indulge in wildcat stock myself. And let me tell you there can be no question of _your_ permitting or not permitting. I"m your father, and please don"t forget it. It doesn"t happen to suit me that my infant prodigy of a son should make a mess of his career; and I won"t have it. If there"s any doubt in your mind as to whether you or I are the strongest, rule yourself out of the compet.i.tion this instant,--it"ll save you trouble in the end."
Mr. Prohack had never felt so happy in his life; and yet he had had moments of intense happiness in the past. He could feel the skin of his face burning.
"You"ll get it all back, dad," said Charlie later. "No amount of suicides can destroy the a.s.sets of the R.R. It"s only that the market lost its head and absolutely broke to pieces under me. In three months--"
"My poor boy," Mr. Prohack interrupted him. "Do try not to be an a.s.s."
And he had the pleasing illusion that Charles was just home from school.
"And, mind, not one word, not one word, to anybody whatever."
VI
The other three were still modestly chatting in the living-room when the two great mysterious men of affairs returned to them, but Sissie had cleared the dining-room table and transformed the place into a drawing-room for the remainder of the evening. They were very feminine; even Ozzie had something of the feminine att.i.tude of fatalistic attending upon events beyond feminine control; he had it, indeed, far more than the vigorous-minded Sissie had it. They were cheerful, with a cheerfulness that made up in tact what it lacked in sincerity. Mr.
Prohack compared them to pa.s.sengers on a ship which is in danger. With a word, with an inflection, he rea.s.sured everybody--and yet said naught--and the cheerfulness instantly became genuine.
Mr. Prohack was surprised at the intensity of his own feelings. He was thoroughly thrilled by what he himself had done. Perhaps he had gone too far in telling Charlie that the putting down of a hundred and fifty thousand pounds could be accomplished without necessitating any change in his manner of living; but he did not care what change might be involved. He had the sense of having performed a huge creative act, and of the reality of the power of riches,--for weeks he had not been imaginatively cognisant of the fact that he was rich.
He glanced secretly at the boy Charles, and said to himself: "To that boy I am like a G.o.d. He was dead, and I have resurrected him. He may achieve an enormous reputation after all. Anyhow he is an amazing devil of a fellow, and he"s my son, and no one comprehends him as I do." And Mr. Prohack became jolly to the point of uproariousness--without touching a gla.s.s. He was intoxicated, not by the fermentation of grapes, but by the magnitude and magnificence of his own gesture. He was the monarch of the company, and getting a bit conceited about it.
The sole creature who withstood him in any degree was Sissie. She had firmness. "She has married the right man,-" said Mr. Prohack to himself.
"The so-called feminine instinct is for the most part absurd, but occasionally it justifies its reputation. She has chosen her husband with unerring insight into her needs and his. He will be happy; she will have the anxieties of responsible power. But _I_ am not her husband." And he spoke aloud, masterfully:
"Sissie!"
"Yes, dad? What now?"
"I"ve satisfactorily transacted affairs with my son. I will now try to do the same with my daughter. A few moments with you in the council-chamber, please. Oswald also, if you like."
Sissie smiled kindly at her awaiting spouse.
"Perhaps I"d better deal with my own father alone, darling."
Ozzie accepted the decision.
"Look here. I think I must be off," Charlie put in. "I"ve got a lot of work to do."
"I expect you have," Mr. Prohack concurred. "By the way, you might meet me at Smathe and Smathe"s at ten fifteen in the morning."
Charlie nodded and slipped away.
"Infant," said Mr. Prohack to the defiantly smiling bride who awaited him in the council chamber. "Has your mother said anything to you about our wedding present?"
"No, dad."
"No, of course she hasn"t. And do you know why? Because she daren"t!
With your infernal independence you"ve frightened the life out of the poor lady; that"s what you"ve done. Your mother will doubtless have a talk with me to-night. And to-morrow she will tell you what she has decided to give you. Please let there be no nonsense. Whatever the gift is, I shall be obliged if you will accept it--and use it, without troubling us with any of your theories about the proper conduct of life.
Wisdom and righteousness existed before you, and there"s just a chance that they"ll exist after you. Do you take me?"
"Quite, father."
"Good. You may become a great girl yet. We are now going home. Thanks for a very pleasant evening."
In the car, beautifully alone with Eve, who was in a restful mood, Mr.
Prohack said:
"I shall be very ill in a few hours. Pate de foi gras is the devil, but caviare is Beelzebub himself."
Eve merely gazed at him in gentle, hopeless reproach. He prophesied truly. He was very ill. And yet through the succeeding crises he kept smiling, sardonically.
"When I think," he murmured once with grimness, "that that fellow Bishop had the impudence to ask us to lunch--and Charlie too! Charlie too!" Eve, attendant, enquired sadly what he was talking about.
"Nothing, nothing," said he. "My mind is wandering. Let it."
CHAPTER XXIII