"You quitter!" burst out Flint. "No, by G.o.d! you aren"t going to put this thing over on me. I"ll have no quitter for _my_ son-in-law! Wally, I"m astonished at you. Astonished and disappointed. You"re not yourself, this morning. That eighty-six thousand you dropped last night, has shaken your heart. Come, come, pull together! Where"s your nerve, man?
Where"s your nerve?"
Waldron answered nothing. In silence the partners watched the press of traffic, each busy with his own thoughts, Waldron waiting for Flint to reopen fire on him, and the Billionaire decided to say no more till his a.s.sociate should make some move. Thus the limousine reached the Staten Island ferry, that glorious monument of munic.i.p.al ownership wrecked by Tammany grafting. In silence they smoked while the car rolled down the incline and out onto the huge ferry boat. Then, as the crowded craft got under way, a minute later, both men left the car and strolled to the rail to watch the glittering sparkle of the sunlight on the harbor; the teeming commerce of the port; the creeping liners and busy tugs; the towering figure of Liberty, her flameless torch held far aloft in mockery.
Suddenly Waldron spoke.
"You can"t do it, I tell you!" said he, waving an eloquent hand toward the sky. "It"s too big, the air is, as I said before. Too d.a.m.ned big!
Own coal and copper, if you will, and steel and ships, here; own those buildings back there," with a gesture at the frowning line of skysc.r.a.pers b.u.t.tressing Manhattan, "but don"t buck the impossible! And incidentally, Flint, don"t misunderstand me, either. When I asked you if we _ought_ to try it, I merely meant, would it be _safe_? The world, Flint, is a dangerous toy to play with, too hard. The people are perilous baubles, if you step on their corns a bit too often or too heavily. Every Caesar has a Brutus waiting for him somewhere, with a club.
"Once let the unwashed get an idea into their low brows, and you can"t tell where it may lead them. Even a rat fights, in its last corner.
These human rats of ours have been getting a bit nasty of late. True, they swallowed the Limited Franchise Bill, three years ago, with only a little futile protest, so that now we"ve got them politically hamstrung.
True, there"s the d.i.c.k Military Bill, recently enlarged and perfected, so they can"t move a hand without falling into treason and court-martial. True again, they"ve stood for the Censorship and the National Mounted Police--the Grays--all in the last year. But how much more will they stand, eh? You close your hand on their windpipes, and by G.o.d! something may happen even yet, after all!"
Flint snapped his fingers with contempt.
"Machine guns!" was all he said.
"Yes, of course," answered Waldron. "But there may be life in the old beast yet. They may yet kick the apple cart over--and us with it. You never can tell. And those infernal Socialists, always at it, night and day, never letting up, flinging firebrands into the powder magazine!
_Sometime_ there"s going to be one h.e.l.l of a bang, Flint! And when it comes, _suave qui peut_! So go slow, old man--go d.a.m.ned slow, that"s all I"ve got to say!"
"On the contrary," said Flint, blinking in the golden spring sunshine as he peered out over the swashing brine at a raucous knot of gulls, "on the contrary, Wally, I"m going to push it as fast as the Lord will let me. You can come in, or not, as you see fit--but remember this, no quitter ever gets a daughter of mine! And another thing; we"re in the year 1921, now, not 1910 or 1915. Developments, political and otherwise, have moved swiftly, these few years past. Then, there might have been trouble. To-day, there can"t be. We"ve got things cinched too tight for that!
"Ten years ago, they might have had our blood, the people might, or given us a hemp-tea party in Wall Street. today, all"s safe. Come, be a man and grip your courage! We can put the initial stages through in absolute secrecy--and then, once we get our clutch on the world"s breath, what have we to fear?"
"Go slow, Flint!"
"Nonsense! Oxygen is life itself. There"s no subst.i.tute. Vitiate the air by removing even 10 per cent. of it, and the world will lick our boots for a chance to breathe! Everybody"s got to have oxygen, all the way from kings and emperors down to the toiling cattle, the Henry Dubbs, as I believe they"re commonly called in vulgar speech. Shut off the air, and "the captains and the kings" will run to heel like the rabble itself. Run to heel, and pay for the privilege of doing it! We"ve got the universities, press, churches, laws, judges, army and navy and everything already in our hands. We"ll be secure enough, no fear!"
"Shhhhh!" And Waldron nudged the Billionaire with his elbow.
In his excitement, Flint had permitted his voice to rise, a little. Not far from him, leaning on the rail, a stockily built young fellow in overalls, a cap pulled down firmly over his well-shaped head, was apparently watching the gulls and the pa.s.sing boats, with eyes no less blue than the bay itself; eyes no less glinting than the sunlight on the waves. He seemed to be paying no heed to anything but what lay before him. But "Tiger" Waldron, possessed of something of the instinct of the beast whose name he bore, subconsciously sensed a peril in his nearness.
The man"s ear--if unusually quick--might, just _might_ possibly have caught a word or two meant for no interloper. And at that thought, Waldron once more nudged his partner.
"Shhh!" he repeated, "Enough. We can finish this, in the limousine."
Flint looked at him a moment, in silence, then nodded.
"Right you are," said he. And both men climbed back into the closed car.
"You never can tell what ears are primed for news," said Waldron.
"Better take no chances."
"Before long, we can throw away all subterfuge," the Billionaire replied as he shut the door. "But for now, well, you"re correct. Once our grasp tightens on the windpipe of the world, we"re safe. From our office in Wall Street you and I can play the keys of the world-machine as an organist would finger his instrument. But there must be no leak; no publicity; no suspicion aroused. We"ll play our music _pianissimo_, Wally, with rare accompaniments to the tune of "great public utility, benefit to the public health," and all that--the same old game, only on a vastly larger scale.
"Every modern composer in the field of Big Business knows that score and has played it many times. _We_ will play it on a monstrous pipe organ, with the world"s lungs for bellows and the world"s breath to vibrate our reeds--and all paying tribute, night and day, year after year, all over the world, Wally, all over the world!
"G.o.d! What power shall be ours! What infinite power, such as, since time began, never yet lay in mortal hands! We shall be as G.o.ds, Waldron, you and I--and between us, we shall bring the human race wallowing to our feet in helpless bondage, in supreme abandon!"
The ferry boat, nearing the Staten Island landing, slowed its ponderous screws. The chauffeur flung away his cigarette, drew on his gauntlets and accelerated his engine. Forward the human drove began to press, under the long slave-driven habit of haste, of eagerness to do the masters" bidding.
The young mechanic by the rail--he of the overalls and keen blue eyes--turned toward the bows, picked up a canvas bag of tools and stood there waiting with the rest.
For a moment his glance rested on the limousine and the two half-seen figures within. As it did so, a wanton breeze from off the Island flapped back the lapel of his jumper. In that brief instant one might have seen a b.u.t.ton pinned upon his blue flannel shirt--clasped hands, surrounded by the legend: "Workers of the World, Unite!"
But neither of the plutocrats observed this; nor, had they seen, would they have understood.
And whether the st.u.r.dy toiler had overheard aught of their infernal conspiring--or, having heard it, grasped its dire and criminal significance--who, who in all this weary and toil-burdened world, could say?
CHAPTER V.
IN THE LABORATORY.
Half an hour"s run down Staten Island, along smooth roads lined with sleepy little towns and through spa.r.s.e woods beyond which sparkled the shining waters of the harbor, brought the two plutocrats to the quiet settlement of Oakwood Heights.
Now the blase chauffeur swung the car sharply to the left, past the aviation field, and so came to the wide-scattered settlement--almost a colony--which, hidden behind high, barb-wire-topped fences, carried on the many and complex activities of the partners" experiment station.
Here were the several laboratories where new products were evolved and old ones refined, for Flint"s and Waldron"s greater profit. Here stood a complete electric power plant, for lighting and heating the works, as well as for current to use in the retorts and many powerful machines of the testing works.
Here, again, were broad proving grounds, for fuel and explosives; and, at one side, stood a low, skylighted group of brick buildings, known as the electro-chemical station. Dormitories and boarding-houses for the small army of employees occupied the eastern end of the enclosure, nearest the sea. Over all, high chimney stacks and the aerials of a mighty wireless plant dominated the entire works. A private railroad spur pierced the western side of the enclosure, for food and coal supplies, as well as for the handling of the numerous imports and exports of this wonderfully complete feudal domain. As the colony lay there basking in the sunshine of early spring, under its drifting streamers of smoke, it seemed an ideal picture of peaceful activities.
Here a locomotive puffed, shunting cars; there, a steam-jet flung its plumes of snowy vapor into air; yonder, a steam hammer thundered on a ma.s.sive anvil. And forges rang, and through open windows hummed sounds of industry.
And yet, not one of all those sounds but echoed more bitter slavery for men. Not one of all those many activities but boded ill to humanity. For the whole plan and purpose of the place was the devising of still wider forms of human exploitation and enslavement. Its every motive was to serve the greed of Flint and Waldron. Outwardly honest and industrious, it inwardly loomed sinister and terrible, a type and symbol of its masters" swiftly growing power. Such, in its essence, was the great experiment station of these two men who l.u.s.ted for dominion over the whole world.
As the long, glittering car drew up at the main gate of the enclosure, a sharp-eyed watchman peered through a sliding wicket therein. Satisfied by his inspection, he withdrew; and at once the big gate rolled back, smoothly actuated by electricity. The car purred onward, into the enclosure. When the gate had closed noiselessly behind it, the chauffeur ran it down a splendidly paved roadway, swung to the right, past the machine shops, and drew it to a stand in front of the administration building.
Flint and his partner alighted, and stood for a moment surveying the scene with satisfaction. Then Flint turned to the chauffeur.
"Put the car in the garage," he directed. "We may not want it till afternoon."
The blase one touched his cap and nodded, in obedience. Then, as the car withdrew, the partners ascended the broad steps.
"Good chap, that Herrick," commented Waldron, casting a glance at the retreating chauffeur. "Quick-witted, and mum. Give me a man who knows how to mind _and_ keep still about it, every time!"
"Right," a.s.sented Flint. "Obedience is the first of all virtues, and the second is silence. Well, it looks to me as though we had the whole world coming our way, now, along that very same path of virtue. Once we get this air proposition really to working, the world will obey. It will have to! And as for silence, we can manage that, too. The mere turn of a valve, and--!"
Waldron smiled grimly, as though in derision of what he seemed to think his partner"s chimerical hopes, but made no answer. Together they entered the administration building. Five minutes later, Herzog, their servile experimenter, stood bowing and cringing before them.
"Got it, Herzog?" demanded Flint, while Waldron lighted still another of those costly cigars--each one worth a good mechanic"s daily wage.
"Yes, sir, I believe so, sir," the scientist replied, depreciatingly.
"That is, at least, on a small scale. Two weeks was the time you allowed me, sir, but--"
"I know. You"ve done it in eleven days," interrupted, the Billionaire.
"Very well. I knew you could. You"ll lose nothing by it. So no more of that. Show us what you"ve done. Everything all ready?"