"I know pretty well now what there is between us, Kent, and we mustn"t quarrel if we can help it," he said. "If you complain that I didn"t give you a fair show, I"ll retort that I didn"t dare to. Are you satisfied?"
"No," said David Kent; and with that they separated.
VIII
THE HAYMAKERS
By the terms of its dating clause the new trust and corporation law became effective at once, "the public welfare requiring it"; and though there was an immediate sympathetic decline in the securities involved, there was no panic, financial or industrial, to mark the change from the old to the new.
Contrary to the expectations of the alarmists and the lawyers, and somewhat to the disappointment of the latter, the vested interests showed no disposition to test the const.i.tutionality of the act in the courts. So far, indeed, from making difficulties, the various alien corporations affected by the new law wheeled promptly into line in compliance with its provisions, vying with one another in proving, or seeming to prove, the time-worn aphorism that capital can never afford to be otherwise than strictly law-abiding.
In the reorganization of the Western Pacific, David Kent developed at once and heartily into that rare and much-sought-for quant.i.ty, a man for an emergency. Loring, also, was a busy man in this transition period, yet he found time to keep an appreciative eye on Kent, and, true to his implied promise, pushed him vigorously for the first place in the legal department of the localized company. Since the resident manager stood high in the Boston counsels of the company, the pushing was not without results; and while David Kent was still up to his eyes in the work of flogging the affairs of the newly named Trans-Western into conformity with the law, his appointment as general counsel came from the Advisory Board.
At one time, when success in his chosen vocation meant more to him than he thought it could ever mean again, the promoted subordinate would have had an attack of jubilance little in keeping with the grave responsibilities of his office. As it fell out, he was too busy to celebrate, and too sore on the sentimental side to rejoice. Hence, his recognition of the promotion was merely a deeper plunge into the flood of legalities and the adding of two more stenographers to his office force.
Now there is this to be said of such submersive battlings in a sea of work: while the fierce toil of the buffeting may be good for the swimmer"s soul, it necessarily narrows his horizon, inasmuch as a man with his head in the sea-smother lacks the view-point of the captain who fights his ship from the conning tower.
So it befell that while the newly appointed general counsel of the reorganized Western Pacific was bolting his meals and clipping the nights at both ends in a strenuous endeavor to clear the decks for a possible battle-royal at the capital, events of a minatory nature were shaping themselves elsewhere.
To bring these events down to their focusing point in the period of transition, it is needful to go back a little; to a term of the circuit court held in the third year of Gaston the prosperous.
Who Mrs. Melissa Varnum was; how she came to be traveling from Midland City to the end of the track on a scalper"s ticket; and in what manner she was given her choice of paying fare to the conductor or leaving the train at Gaston--these are details with which we need not concern ourselves.
Suffice it to say that Kent, then local attorney for the company, mastered them; and when Mrs. Varnum, through Hawk, her counsel, sued for five thousand dollars damages, he was able to get a continuance, knowing from long experience that the jury would certainly find for the plaintiff if the case were then allowed to go to trial.
And at the succeeding term of court, which was the one that adjourned on the day of Kent"s transfer to the capital, two of the company"s witnesses had disappeared; and the one bit of company business Kent had been successful in doing that day was to postpone for a second time the coming to trial of the Varnum case.
It was while Kent"s head was deepest in the flood of reorganization that a letter came from one Blashfield Hunnicott, his successor in the local attorneyship at Gaston, asking for instructions in the Varnum matter.
Judge MacFarlane"s court would convene in a week. Was he, Hunnicott, to let the case come to trial? Or should he--the witnesses still being unproducible--move for a further continuance?
Kent took his head out of the cross-seas long enough to answer. By all means Hunnicott was to obtain another continuance, if possible. And if, before the case were called, there should be any new developments, he was to wire at once to the general office, and further instructions would issue.
It was about this time, or, to be strictly accurate, on the day preceding the convening of Judge MacFarlane"s court in Gaston, that Governor Bucks took a short vacation--his first since the adjournment of the a.s.sembly.
One of the mysteries of this man--the only one for which his friends could not always account plausibly--was his habit of dropping out for a day or a week at irregular intervals, leaving no clue by which he could be traced.
While he was merely a private citizen these disappearances figured in the local notes of the Gaston _Clarion_ as business trips, object and objective point unknown or at least unstated; but since his election the newspapers were usually more definite. On this occasion, the public was duly informed that "Governor Bucks, with one or two intimate friends, was taking a few days" recreation with rod and gun on the headwaters of Jump Creek"--a statement which the governor"s private secretary stood ready to corroborate to all and sundry calling at the gubernatorial rooms on the second floor of the capitol.
Now it chanced that, like all gossip, this statement was subject to correction as to details in favor of the exact fact. It is true that the governor, his gigantic figure clad in sportsmanlike brown duck, might have been seen boarding the train on the Monday evening; and in addition to the ample hand-bag there were rod and gun cases to bear out the newspaper notices. None the less, it was equally true that the keeper of the Gun Club shooting-box at the terminus of the Trans-Western"s Jump Creek branch was not called upon to entertain so distinguished a guest as the State executive. Also, it might have been remarked that the governor traveled alone.
Late that same night, Stephen Hawk was keeping a rather discomforting vigil with a visitor in the best suite of rooms the Mid-Continent Hotel in Gaston afforded. The guest of honor was a brother lawyer--though he might have refused to acknowledge the relationship with the ex-district attorney--a keen-eyed, business-like gentleman, whose name as an organizer of vast capitalistic ventures had traveled far, and whose present att.i.tude was one of undisguised and angry contempt for Gaston and all things Gastonian.
"How much longer have we to wait?" he demanded impatiently, when the hands of his watch pointed to the quarter-hour after ten. "You"ve made me travel two thousand miles to see this thing through: why didn"t you make sure of having your man here?"
Hawk wriggled uneasily in his chair. He was used to being bullied, not only by the good and great, but by the little and evil as well. Yet there was a rasp to the great man"s impatience that irritated him.
"I"ve been trying to tell you all the evening that I"m only the hired man in this business, Mr. Falkland. I can"t compel the attendance of the other parties."
"Well, it"s d.a.m.ned badly managed, as far as we"ve gone," was the ungracious comment. "You say the judge refuses to confer with me?"
"Ab-so-lutely."
"And the train--the last train the other man can come on; is that in yet?"
Hawk consulted his watch.
"A good half-hour ago."
"You had your clerk at the station to meet it?"
"I did."
"And he hasn"t reported?"
"Not yet."
Falkland took a cigar from his case, bit the end of it like a man with a grudge to satisfy, and began again.
"There is a very unbusinesslike mystery about all this, Mr. Hawk, and I may as well tell you shortly that my time is too valuable to make me tolerant of half-confidences. Get to the bottom of it. Has your man weakened?"
"No; he is not of the weakening kind. And, besides, the scheme is his own from start to finish, as you know."
"Well, what is the matter, then?"
Hawk rose.
"If you will be patient a little while longer, I"ll go to the wire and try to find out. I am as much in the dark as you are."
This last was not strictly true. Hawk had a telegram in his pocket which was causing him more uneasiness than all the rasping criticisms of the New York attorney, and he was re-reading it by the light of the corridor bracket when a young man sprang from the ascending elevator and hurried to the door of the parlor suite. Hawk collared his Mercury before he could rap on the door.
"Well?" he queried sharply.
"It"s just as you suspected--what Mr. Hendricks" telegram hinted at. I met him at the station and couldn"t do a thing with him."
"Where has he gone?"
"To the same old place."
"You followed him?"
"Sure. That is what kept me so long."
Hawk hung upon his decision for the barest fraction of a second. Then he gave his orders concisely.
"Hunt up Doctor Macquoid and get him out to the club-house as quick as you can. Tell him to bring his hypodermic. I"ll be there with all the help he"ll need." And when the young man was gone, Hawk smote the air with a clenched fist and called down the Black Curse of Shielygh, or its modern equivalent, on all the fates subversive of well-laid plans.