Again Tommy became knight-errant, and hardly was he out of the way when a strange voice was heard in the adjoining office. "Mr. Gallon in? I"m Mr. Mitchison, from Manchester."
"Mr. Gallon is out at present, but----" a clerk had begun, when Joan appeared and cut him short. "Mr. Gallon wishes me to see Mr. Mitchison, in his absence. Will you kindly step in here, sir?"
The gentleman from Manchester obeyed. Joan"s quick eyes noted his worried air and the genteel shabbiness of his clothing. "I am Mr.
Gallon"s confidential secretary," she said. "I know about this business of Clerios. You came instead of wiring? Mr. Gallon rather expected you would."
"I had to come to London in a day or two, anyhow, and it"s always more satisfactory to do business in person."
"Exactly. Well, I"m sorry to tell you that Mr. Gallon has seen reason to change his mind about buying your block of shares in the Clerio line, as he has some big things on now, and finds his hands full; but Mr.
Mellis, a client of his--"the Salmon King," you know--wants to invest some money privately for his son. Mr. Gallon has advised them that, though Clerios are not likely to rise much for some years, there is a certain, if small, dividend; and if you can tell young Mr. Mellis where they can get hold of other blocks of the same shares, it might then be worth his while to take over yours. Those you hold are hardly enough for him without others."
"I know several men in Genoa, where I did business for some years, who hold shares and would part with them for a decent price. I could work the deal for Mr. Mellis, I"m certain."
"Good. He"s at his father"s office now. I have Mr. Gallon"s permission to introduce you to him, but his only free time this morning is in the next half-hour. I can go with you to Mr. Mellis senior"s office, if you"re inclined to settle matters at once."
"The Salmon King," who had earned his t.i.tle by building up the largest "canned goods" business of its kind in England, had offices on the ground floor of an imposing building not far away, and Joan was lucky enough to guide her companion to the door without the dreaded misfortune of meeting George Gallon on the way. As they crossed the threshold, Tommy Mellis issued from a room with a ground-gla.s.s door. Joan hurried to him, asked if his father had been kind, was a.s.sured that all was well so far, and hastened to explain the new development of affairs so clearly that even Tommy"s slow intelligence grasped her meaning without difficulty. "When I"ve introduced you to Mr. Mitchison, offer him twenty pounds a share (their nominal value is fifty), and if necessary go up to twenty-five. Tell him he shall have a commission on all the other shares he can get, if the whole thing can be fixed up by wire to-morrow. Say there is a man coming to see you the day after about some other investment, which your father prefers, but you"ve taken a fancy to this, and want everything settled before the two older men come together. As Gallon must do all his business in Clerios privately, and doesn"t want to ask for them in the House, that will give us time to work."
"By Jove! this will mean a lot of money," faltered Tommy. "Of course, I"m delighted to do this for you, but if the governor----"
Joan soothed his fears; and introduced Mitchison to young Mellis, who took them both into a small, empty office. She hovered about during the business conversation which ensued, putting in a word here and there, and impressing the Manchester man with her shrewdness. In his opinion, George Gallon had a treasure for a secretary, and he was grateful to her for pushing on his affairs so well, especially as he did not believe he could have got from Gallon the price which Mellis was willing to give.
When Joan returned to the office in Copthall Court, her employer had not yet come back. "Don"t tell Mr. Gallon I"ve been out, will you?" she appealed to the clerks, her slaves. As she spoke, the door opened, and Gallon entered, just in time to hear the ingenuous request. The young men flushed in consternation for her, but the girl did not change colour. As a matter of fact, she had known that George was coming up, and had probably seen her on the stairs. She had not spoken without design.
Having been delayed vexatiously, Gallon was not in a good mood, and his black ones were unpleasant for underlings. A frowning look and a gesture of the head called Joan to his private office. She followed meekly; but when the scolding had reached the stage which she mentally designated as "ripe," her meekness vanished like snow in sunshine.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing.
"I"m not your servant, though I have served you well. I leave to-day."
"This moment, if you choose," George flung back at her furiously, though in reality he had not intended matters to touch this climax. Joan had become valuable, but, as he said to himself in his sullen anger, she was the "last person in the world whose impudence he would stand."
When Joan had gathered up her few belongings, and remarked that she would send for her typewriter, she added: "Mr. Mitchison, of Manchester, called, and wanted me to tell you that he"d already parted with the shares you wired about last night. I asked who had bought them, but he was pledged to secrecy. I believe that is all I need say, except that you will find all your correspondence in good order, to be taken over by my successor; and as you have declared so often that clever stenographers are starving for want of employment, you will not be long in obtaining one."
With this she was off, and, hailing the first cab she saw (though in her circ.u.mstances a cab was an extravagance), drove to Woburn Place, where she lived in a back bedroom on the top floor of a cheap boarding-house.
She remained only long enough, however, to change into one of the pretty dresses left from last spring"s wardrobe. Looking as if her home should be Park Lane instead of Bloomsbury, she went to the office of the ill.u.s.trated weekly in which she had been interested that morning. When she inquired the address of _t.i.tania"s_ owner, she was told that all business connected with the yacht would be done at the advertising bureau of the paper. This was a blow, for the proposal that Joan had to make was not, perhaps, of a kind suited to the taste of a mere commonplace agent. She thought for a moment, and then said, with a slight accent which she had learned through mimicking a girl at school: "Well, I"m very sorry, but I"m afraid we can"t do business, then. I"m an American girl; my name is Mordaunt. Grierson Mordaunt is my uncle. I guess you"ve heard of him. I want to buy a yacht, in a hurry--my people generally are in a hurry--and I thought this one might do. But if I can"t see the owner myself, it"s no use. _Good_ morning."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Looking as if her home should be Park Lane instead of Bloomsbury, she went to the office."]
Before she had got half-way to the door the dapper manager of the advertising bureau stopped her. Possibly an exception might be made in her favour; he would write to his client.
"Can you send the letter by district messenger?" shrewdly asked the newly-fledged Miss Mordaunt.
The manager admitted that this could be done. To what hotel should he transmit the answer? "I"m staying with friends, and I don"t want them to know about this till it"s settled," said Joan. "I tell you what I"ll do: I"ll wait here."
CHAPTER IV--The Steam Yacht _t.i.tania_
She did wait, for three-quarters of an hour; and at the end of that time the manager received a reply to his letter. In consequence, he told Joan that Lady John Bevan would see her at Kensington Park Mansions.
As soon as the girl heard the name of Lady John Bevan, she knew why the yacht was for sale, and was hopeful that the eccentric proposition she meant to make might be received with favour. Lord John Bevan was in prison, for the crime of forgery, committed after losing a fortune at Monte Carlo.
Joan took another cab to Kensington Park Mansions--a mean shelter for a woman whose environment had once been brilliant. But Lady John, a tall and peculiarly elegant woman, shone out like a jewel in an unworthy setting. The two women looked at each other with admiration, and there was eagerness in the elder"s voice as she said: "You want to buy the _t.i.tania_, Miss Mordaunt?"
"I"m not sure yet, till I"ve tried, to see how I like her," replied Joan. "That"s fair, isn"t it? What I want, if I see the yacht, take fancy to her, and we can come to terms, is to hire the _t.i.tania_ for a while. Then, at the end of that time, if I don"t buy her myself, I"ll sell her for you to somebody else; that"s a promise. What would you want for your yacht for a couple of months, all in working order, and the captain and crew"s money included?"
"Five hundred pounds," returned Lady John. "You can see her at Cowes."
"Well, I don"t mind telling you that"s more than I expected. I"m G. B.
Mordaunt"s niece, and some day I suppose I shall be one of the richest women in America, but my money"s tied up till I"m twenty-five. I"ve only an allowance, and Uncle Grierson, who is my guardian, is hard as nails.
I"ll tell you what I can do, though. I have some shares which are worth a lot of money, but I don"t want to deal with them myself, as their value is a secret, and my uncle would be mad with me if he knew I was using it. What I was going to say is this. The shares I speak of are worth mighty little to those who aren"t "in the know," and a lot to those who are. If you"ll call to-morrow morning at ten o"clock on a stockbroker in the City, whose address I"ll give you, and tell him you"ve a block of Clerios to dispose of, he"ll jump at the offer. All you must do is to stand firm, and you can get eight hundred pounds out of him. If he says they"re no good, just let your eyes twinkle and tell him G. B. Mordaunt"s niece has been talking to you. That will settle Mr. George Gallon! Keep your five hundred for the yacht, and give the three hundred change to me. Of course, this is provided I like the yacht. You give me an order to see her at Cowes. I"ll start at once, wire you what I think of her, and, if it"s all right, I"ll call here first thing in the morning with the share certificates."
Carried away by the girl"s magnetism and dash, Lady John Bevan would have said "Yes" to almost anything. She said "Yes" now with a promptness which surprised herself when she thought of it afterwards, by the cold light of reason.
Joan arrived at Cowes before dark, and was delighted with the _t.i.tania_ and her crew. She wired her approval to Lady John, and telegraphed Tommy Mellis, asking him to meet her at Waterloo for the eleven o"clock train from Southampton, bringing the share certificates which had that morning been Mitchison"s. She was sure that Tommy would not fail, and he did not. They had supper together in the grill-room of the Carlton, as Joan was not in evening dress. She told him all she chose to tell, and no more; and thus ended the busiest day of Joan Carthew"s life.
The transaction in which Lady John Bevan was to act as catspaw came off next morning as the girl had expected, and she would have given something handsome if she could have seen George Gallon"s face when he found himself obliged to pay, for the very shares he had expected to obtain yesterday, four times what he had intended to offer Mitchison.
His profit would now be small, when the great _coup_ came off; still, he could not afford to refuse the chance, and Joan knew it. Some day, she meant that he should also know to whom he owed his defeat; but that day was not yet.
For the shares sold by Mitchison he had received two hundred pounds. A like sum Joan agreed to place in Tommy"s hands, as part profit of the transaction; and when Lady John Bevan was paid for the two months" hire of the _t.i.tania_, the girl would have a hundred pounds over, to "play with," as she expressed it to herself. The other shares which Mitchison was pledged to obtain from Genoa would be available within the next few days, and Joan had made up her mind what to do with them by and by. She had had several inspirations since overhearing s.n.a.t.c.hes of conversation between her employer and his Italian visitor yesterday morning, and one of these inspirations concerned Lady John Bevan.
Lady John was pitied by the old friends in the old life from which poverty and misfortune had removed her. People would have been glad to be "nice" to her in any cheap way which did not cost too much money or trouble, if she had let them. But the woman was a proud woman, who still loved her husband in spite of his guilt, and she had not cared to go out of her hired flat in Kensington to be patronised by the world which had once flattered and fought for her invitations. Joan guessed as much of this as she did not know, and when Lady John wished her, rather wistfully, a "pleasant cruise," the girl said suddenly: "Come along and be my chaperon! My aunt Caroline, Uncle Grierson Mordaunt"s sister, came to England with me; but she hates the sea, and flatly refuses to do any yachting. I"m not sorry, because she"s a prim old dear, and what I want is to see a little life and fun. I"ve been kept very close till now, and though I"m of age, I"m only just out, so I don"t know many people, and you would be sure to meet lots of nice friends of yours, to whom you"d introduce me. It"s so foggy and horrid here now; I"m going to make straight for the Riviera with the _t.i.tania_, and it will do you good. Please come."
Lady John could not resist the prospect, or that "Please," spoken cooingly, with lovely, pleading eyes and a childlike touch on her arm.
Besides, she was fond of the _t.i.tania_, and before she quite knew what she was doing, she had promised to chaperon Grierson Mordaunt"s niece.
Considering the way in which she was handicapped by false pretences and shortness of cash, Joan could not have done better for herself. She told Lady John that she had had a disagreement with the friends with whom she had been staying, and wished to be recommended to a hotel for the few days before they could get off on the _t.i.tania_. Of course, Lady John invited her to the flat, and the girl accepted. She asked her new chaperon"s advice about dressmakers and milliners for the Riviera outfit, which must be got together in a hurry. Lady John had paid all her own bills after the crash, with money grudgingly supplied by relations, and was still in the "good books" of the tradespeople she had once lavishly patronised. Introduced by her as a niece of the well-known American millionaire, Joan had unlimited credit to procure unlimited pretty things. Everything had to be bought ready made; and at the end of the week the steam-yacht _t.i.tania_, with "Miss Jenny Mordaunt" and Lady John Bevan on board, was bounding gaily over the bright waters of the Bay. A few days later, the _t.i.tania_ made one of a colony of other yachts lying snugly in Nice harbour.
Now, Joan"s wisdom in the choice of a chaperon justified itself even more pointedly than when it had been a question of a pilot among shoals of tradespeople. Lady John believed in her young charge, whose statements concerning her engaging self it had never occurred to the elder woman to doubt. Having undertaken the duties of a chaperon, she was conscientious in carrying them out, and lost no time in picking up old friendships which might be valuable to Miss Mordaunt--just how valuable, or in what way, Lady John little dreamed.
Not only did she know a number of rich and t.i.tled English folk, who had come out to spend the cold months at their villas, or in fashionable hotels, at Nice, Monte Carlo, and Mentone, but she could claim acquaintance with various foreign royalties and personages of high degree. These latter especially were delighted to meet the beautiful American girl, who was so rich and independent that she travelled about the world on her own yacht. It was n.o.body"s business that the _t.i.tania_ was but hired for two months, since it was Miss Mordaunt"s pleasure to pose as the owner. The name of the yacht had been changed, for politic reasons, since gay Lord John had careered about the waterways of the world in her; she had been newly decorated, and the colour of her paint had undergone a change, therefore she could pa.s.s unrecognised by all save experts. Joan and her chaperon kept "open house" on board. The luncheon-table was always laid for twelve, in case any one strolled on in the morning whom it would be agreeable to detain. On fine days--and what days were not fine on these sh.o.r.es beloved of the sun?--tea was always served on deck under the rose-and-white awning; and Russian princes, Austrian barons and baronesses, French counts and countesses, with a sprinkling of the English n.o.bility, came early and stayed late to drink the Orange Pekoe and eat the exquisite little cakes provided by the confiding tradespeople of Nice. Joan paid for nothing, and got everything. Was she not a great American heiress, and was not the yacht alone a guarantee of her trustworthiness?
Not even the owners of famous American yachts lying alongside suspected the girl to be other than she seemed, though they were of the world in which Grierson Mordaunt was prominent. He was not a man who made intimate friends, and none of those who knew him best had any reason to doubt that he had a pretty niece named Jenny. Concerning the great Mordaunt himself Joan kept posted as to his whereabouts. She read the papers and followed his movements in Florida; therefore she felt safe and pursued her business more or less calmly.
For it was business more than pleasure which had brought the girl on this adventure, though she knew how to combine the two. Her hospitality, her breakfasts, her tea and cakes, her lavish dinners, were not supplied to her guests for nothing, though they were not aware that they were paying save by the honour of their presence. When Joan had established friendly relations with a person worth cultivating (she abjured all others), her next step was to drop a careless word about a wonderful "tip" she had got from Grierson Mordaunt. "It"s all in the family," she would say, laughing, "or he would never have given it away; and, of course, I mustn"t. He just said to me: "Buy up a certain thing while you can get it," and I did. My goodness! I"ve got more than I know what to do with, for, after all, I had more money than I wanted before. By and by I shall be _too_ rich. Mercy! I"m afraid now of being married for my money."
Then the hearers, dazzled by this fairy story, wondered whether they might possibly ask Miss Mordaunt if they could profit by the marvellous "tip," and pick up a few crumbs from her overflowing table. If Joan had hawked her wares, no doubt these people would have fought shy; but as the object was difficult of attainment and must be manoeuvred for, according to the way of the world they struggled for it with eagerness.
As soon as Joan could decently appear to understand, in her innocence, what her dear friends were driving at, she was so "good-natured" that she volunteered to sell them a few of her own shares. The only promise she exacted in return was that n.o.body would boast of the favour granted.
The shares which she had bought at a low price--not yet paid--she sold for three times their face value, sent half the profit to Tommy Mellis as she got it in, and pocketed her own half. She was thus able to pay the tradespeople who had trusted her, and to lay in coal for the trips round the coast which the _t.i.tania_ often took with a few distinguished pa.s.sengers.
The girl could have sung for joy over the success of her adventure. In the end she would cheat n.o.body; she would make a decent sum for herself, and meanwhile she was drinking the intoxicating nectar of excitement.
She was so happy that when she had finished her business, sold all her shares, and the two months for which the _t.i.tania_ was hired were drawing to an end she longed to stay on. She was her own mistress, and could pay her way now--at least, for awhile, until she had another stroke of luck, which her confidence in herself enabled her to count upon as certain. She and Lady John were having a "good time," everybody liked them, and she did not see why this good time should not go on indefinitely. Besides, she had promised to sell the yacht for its owner. The two ladies of the _t.i.tania_ had invitations for a month ahead, and one evening were dressed and waiting for the arrival of an English bishop, a Roman prince, two American trust magnates, and a French d.u.c.h.ess and her daughter, when the name of Mr. Grierson Mordaunt was announced.
Joan"s blood rushed to her head, but she stood up smiling. "Leave us for a minute, dear," she breathed to Lady John, who slipped off to her cabin unsuspectingly. The girl found herself facing a grizzled, smooth-shaven man with a prominent chin, a large nose, and deep eyes of iron grey which matched his hair and faded skin.
"So you are the young woman who has been trading on a supposed relationship to me?" remarked Grierson Mordaunt, looking her up and down from head to foot.