"I don"t see," said Plank, "what you are talking about."
"I"m talking about what I said I"d do for you. Haven"t I made good?
Haven"t I put you into everything I said I would? Don"t you go everywhere? Don"t people ask you everywhere?"
"Yes--in a way," said Plank wearily. "I am very grateful; I always will be.
Can I do anything for you, Leroy?"
Mortimer became indignant at the implied distrust of the purity of his motives; and Plank, failing to stem the maudlin tirade, relapsed into patient silence, speculating within himself as to what it could be that Mortimer wanted.
It came out presently. Mortimer had attended a "killing" at Desmond"s, and, as usual, had provided the piece de resistance for his soft-voiced host. All he wanted was a temporary deposit to tide over matters. He had never approached Plank in vain, and he did not do so now, for Plank had a pocket cheque-book and a stylograph.
"It"s d.a.m.n little to ask, isn"t it?" he muttered resentfully. "That will only square matters with Desmond; it doesn"t leave me anything to go on with," and he pocketed his cheque with a scowl.
Plank was discreetly silent.
"And that is not what I chased you for, either," continued Mortimer. "I didn"t intend to say anything about Desmond; I was going to fix it in another way!" He cast an involuntary and sinister glance at the elevators gliding ceaselessly up and down at the end of the vast marble rotunda; then his protruding eyes sought Plank"s again:
"Beverly, old boy, I"ve got a certain mealy-faced hypocrite where any decent man would like to have him--by the scruff of his neck. He"s fit only to kick; and I"m going to kick him good and plenty; and in the process he"s going to let go of several things." Mortimer leered, pleased with his own similes, then added rather hastily: "I mean, he"s going to drop several things that don"t belong to him. Leave it to me to shake him down; he"ll drop them all right.
One of "em"s yours."
Plank looked at him.
"I told you once that I"d let you know when to step up and say "Good evening" didn"t I?"
Plank continued to stare.
"Didn"t I?" repeated Mortimer peevishly, beginning to lose countenance.
"I don"t understand you," said Plank, "and I don"t think I want to understand you."
"What do you mean?" demanded Mortimer thickly; "don"t you want to marry that girl!" but he shrank dismayed under the slow blaze that lighted Plank"s blue eyes.
"All right," he stammered, struggling to his fat legs and instinctively backing away; "I thought you meant business. I--what the devil do I care who you marry! It"s the last time I try to do anything for you, or for anybody else! Mark that, my friend. I"ve plenty to worry over; I"ve a lot to keep me busy without lying awake to figure out how to do kindnesses to old friends. d.a.m.n this ingrat.i.tude, anyway!"
Plank gazed at him for a moment; the anger in his face had died out.
"I am not ungrateful," he said. "You may say almost anything except that, Leroy. I am not disloyal, no matter what else I may be. But you have made a bad mistake. You made it that day at Black Fells when you offered to interfere. I supposed you understood then that I could never tolerate from anybody anything of such a nature. It appears that you didn"t. However, you understand it now. So let us forget the matter."
But Mortimer, keenly appreciative of the pleasures of being misunderstood, squeezed some moisture out of his distended eyes, and sat down, a martyr to his emotions. "To think," he gulped, "that you, of all men, should turn on me like this!"
"I didn"t mean to. Can"t you understand, Leroy, that you hurt me?"
"Hurt h.e.l.l!" retorted Mortimer vindictively. "You"ve had sensation battered out of you by this time. I guess society has landed you a few while I was boosting you over the outworks. Don"t play that old con game on me! You tried to get her and you couldn"t. Now I come along and offer to put you next and you yell about your hurt feelings! Oh, splash!
There"s another lady, that"s all."
"Let it go at that, then," said Plank, reddening.
"But I tell you--"
"Drop it!" snapped Plank.
"Oh, very well! if you"re going to take it that way again--"
"I am. Cut it! And now let me ask you a question: Where were you going when I met you?"
"What do you want to know for?" asked Mortimer sullenly.
"Why, I"ll tell you, Leroy. If you have any idea of identifying yourself with Quarrier"s people, of seeking him at this juncture with the expectation of investing any money in his schemes, you had better not do so."
"Investing!" sneered Mortimer. "Well, no, not exactly, having nothing to invest, thanks to my being swindled into joining his Amalgamated Electric gang. Don"t worry. If there"s any shaking down to be done, I"ll do it, my friend," and he rose, and started toward the elevators.
"Wait," said Plank. "Why, man, you can"t frighten Quarrier! What did you sell your holdings for? Why didn"t you come to us--to me? What"s the use of going to Quarrier now, and scolding? You can"t scare a man like that."
Mortimer fairly grinned in his face.
"Your big mistake," he sneered, "is in undervaluing others. You don"t think I amount to very much, do you, Beverly? But I"m going to try to take care of myself all the same." He laughed, showing his big teeth, and the vanity in him began to drug him. "No, you think I don"t know much. But men like you and Quarrier will d.a.m.n soon find out! I want you to understand," he went on excitedly, forgetting the instinctive caution which in saner moments he was only too certain that his present business required--"I want you to understand a few things, my friend, and one of them is that I"m not afraid of Quarrier, and another is, I"m not afraid of you!"
"Leroy--"
"No, not afraid of you, either!" repeated Mortimer with an ugly stare.
"Don"t try any of your smug, aint-it-a-shame-he-drinks ways on me, Beverly! I"m getting tired of it; I"m tired of it now, by G.o.d! You keep a civil tongue in your head after this--do you understand?--and we"ll get on all right. If you don"t, I"ve the means to make you!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Not a bit of it! Too d.a.m.n sane for you and Leila to hoodwink!"
"You are crazy!" repeated Plank, aghast.
"Am I? You and Leila can take the matter into court, if you want to--unless I do. And"--here he leaned forward, showing his teeth again--"the next time you kiss her, close the door!"
Then he went away up the marble steps and entered an elevator; and Plank, grave and pale, went out into the street and entered his big touring-car. But the drive up town and through the sunlit park gave him no pleasure, and he entered his great house with a heavy, lifeless step, head bent, as though counting every crevice in the stones under his lagging feet. For the first time in all his life he was afraid of a man.
The man he was afraid of had gone directly to Quarrier"s office, missing the gentleman he was seeking by such a small fraction of a minute that he realised they must have pa.s.sed each other in the elevators, he ascending while Quarrier was descending.
Mortimer turned and hurried to the elevator, hoping to come up with Quarrier in the rotunda, or possibly in the street outside; but he was too late, and, furious to think of the time he had wasted with Plank, he crawled into a hansom and bade the driver take him to a number he gave, designating one of the new limestone bas.e.m.e.nt houses on the upper west side.
All the way up town, as he jolted about in his seat, he angrily regretted the meeting with Plank, even in spite of the cheque. What demon had possessed him to boast--to display his hand when there had been no necessity? Plank was still ready to give him aid at a crisis--had always been ready. Time enough when Plank turned stingy to use persuasion; time enough when Plank attempted to dodge him to employ a club. And now, for no earthly reason, intoxicated with his own vanity, catering to his own long-smouldering resentment, he had used his club on a willing horse--deliberately threatened a man whose grat.i.tude had been good for many a cheque yet.
"a.s.s that I am!" fumed Mortimer; "now when I"m stuck I"ll have to go at him with the club, if I want any money out of him. Confound him, he"s putting me in a false position! He"s trying to make it look like extortion! I won"t do it! I"m no blackmailer! I"ll starve, before I go to him again! No blundering, clumsy Dutchman can make a blackmailer out of me by holding hands with that scoundrelly wife of mine! That"s the reason he did it, too! Between them they are trying to make my loans from Plank look like blackmail! It would serve them right if I took them up--if I called their bluff, and stuck Plank up in earnest! But I won"t, to please them! I won"t do any dirty thing like that, to humour them!
Not much!"
He lay back, rolling about in the jouncing cab, scowling at s.p.a.ce.
"Not much!" he repeated. "I"ll shake down Quarrier, though! I"ll make him pay for his treachery--scaring me out of Amalgamated! That will be rest.i.tution, not extortion!"
He was the angrier because he had been for days s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his courage to the point of seeking Quarrier face to face. He had not wished to do it; the scene, and his own att.i.tude in it, could only be repugnant to him, although he continually explained to himself that it was rest.i.tution, not extortion.