Wheaton nodded sympathetically.
"Now, I don"t know how much he"s got"--this in an angry tone, as if Porter were guilty of some grave offense against him--"and he"s so d.a.m.ned mysterious you can"t tell what he"s up to. You know how he is; you can"t go to a fellow like that and do business with him, and he won"t play anyhow, unless you play his way."
"Well, I don"t know anything about his affairs, of course," said Wheaton, yet feeling that Margrave"s confidences must be reciprocated.
"Just between ourselves,"--he waited for Margrave to nod and grunt in his solemn way--"he did buy a little some time ago, but no great amount.
It would take a good deal of money to control that company."
"You"re dead right, it would; and Porter hasn"t any business fooling with it. You"ve got to syndicate a thing like that. He"s probably got a tip from some one of his Eastern friends as to what they"re going to do, and he"s buying in, when he can, to get next. But say, he hasn"t any Traction bonds, has he?"
Wheaton had already said more than he had intended, and repented now that he had been drawn into this conversation; but Margrave was bending toward him with a great air of condescending intimacy. Porter had never been confidential with him; and it was really Margrave who had given him his start.
"I don"t think so; at least I never knew of it." His mind was on those checks to Peckham, which clearly represented purchases of stock. Of course, Porter might have bonds, too, but having gone thus far he did not like to admit to Margrave how little he really knew of Porter"s doings. Margrave was puffing solemnly at his cigar, and changed the subject. When he rose to go and stood stamping down his trousers, which were forever climbing up his fat legs when he sat, Wheaton felt an impulse to correct any false impressions which he might have given Margrave; but he was afraid to try this. He would discredit himself with Margrave by doing so. He had not intended to leave so early, but he hated to let go of Margrave, and he followed him into the coat room.
"That"s all between us--that little matter," said Margrave, as they were helped into their coats by the sleepy colored boy. Wheaton wanted to say this himself, but Margrave saved him the trouble.
"Certainly, Mr. Margrave."
CHAPTER XXIII
WILLIAM PORTER RETURNS FROM A JOURNEY
Porter went into Fenton"s private office and shut and locked the door after him. He always did this, and Fenton, who humored his best client"s whims perforce, pushed back the law book which he was reading and straightened the pens on his blotter.
"I didn"t expect you back so soon," he said. Porter looked tired and there were dark rings under his eyes.
"Short horse soon curried," he remarked, pulling a packet from his overcoat.
There was something boyish in Porter"s mysterious methods, which always amused Fenton when they did not alarm and exasperate him.
Porter sat down at a long table and the lawyer drew up a chair opposite him.
"Which way have you been this time?"
"Down in the country," returned Porter, indefinitely.
Fenton laughed and watched his client pulling the rubber bands from his package.
"What have you there--oats or wheat?"
"What I have here," said Porter, straightening out the crisp papers he had taken from his bundle, "is a few shares of Clarkson Traction stock."
"Oh!" Fenton picked up a ruler and played with it until Porter had finished counting and smoothing the stock certificates.
"There you are," said the banker, pa.s.sing the papers over to Fenton.
"See if they"re all right."
Fenton compared the names on the face of the certificates with the a.s.signments on the back, while Porter watched him and played with a rubber band.
"The a.s.signments are all straight," said Fenton, finally.
He sat waiting and his silence irritated Porter, who reached across and took up the certificates again.
"I want to talk to you a little about Traction."
"All right, sir," said Fenton, respectfully.
"I"ve gone in for that pretty deep this fall."
Fenton nodded gravely. He felt trouble in the air.
"I started in on this down East last summer. Those bonds all went East, but a lot of the stock was kicked around out here. If I get enough and reorganize the company I can handle the new securities down East all right. That"s business. Now, I"ve been gathering in the stock around here on the quiet. Peckham"s been buying some for me, and he"s a.s.signed it in blank. There"s no use in getting new shares issued until we"re ready to act, for Barnes and those fellows are not above doing something nasty if they think they"re going to lose their jobs."
"The original stock issue was five thousand shares," said Fenton. "How much have you?"
"Well, sir," said Porter, "I"ve got about half and I"m looking for a few shares more right now."
Fenton picked up his ruler again and beat his knuckles with it. Porter had expected Fenton to lecture him sharply, but the lawyer was ominously quiet.
"I"m free to confess," said Fenton, "that I"m sorry you"ve gone into this. This isn"t the kind of thing that you"re in the habit of going into. I am not much taken with the idea of mixing up in a corporation that has as disreputable a record as the Traction Company. It"s been mismanaged and robbed until there"s not much left for an honest man to take hold of; they issue no statements; no one of any responsibility has been connected with it for a long time. The outside stockholders are scattered all over the country, and most of them have quit trying to enforce their rights, if they may be said to have any rights. You remember that the last time they went into court they were knocked out and I"m free to say that I don"t want to have to go into any litigation against the company."
"Yes, but the franchise is all straight, ain"t it?"
"Probably it is all right," admitted the lawyer reluctantly, "but that isn"t the whole story by any manner of means. If it"s known that you"re picking up the stock, every fellow that has any will soak you good and hard before he parts with it. Now, there are the bondholders--"
"Well, what can the bondholders do?" demanded Porter.
"Oh, get a receiver and have a lot of fun. You may expect that at any time, too. Those Eastern fellows are slow sometimes, but they generally know what they"re about."
"Yes, but if they weren"t Eastern fellows--"
"Oh, a bondholder"s rights are as good one place as another. Those suits are usually brought in the name of the trustee in their behalf."
"Now, do you know what I"m going to do?" demanded Porter, settling back in his chair and placing his feet on Fenton"s table. "I"m going to turn up at the next annual meeting and clean this thing out. You don"t think it"s any good; I"ve got faith in the company and in the town; I believe it"s going to be a good thing. This little gang here that"s been running it has got to go. I"ve dug up some stock here that everybody thought was lost. At the last meeting only eight hundred out of five thousand shares were voted."
Fenton frowned and continued to punish himself with the ruler.
"You beat me! You haven"t the slightest idea who the other shareholders are; the company is thoroughly rotten in all its past history, and here you go plunging into it up to your eyes. And they say you"re the most conservative banker on the river."
"I guess you don"t have to get me out of many sc.r.a.pes," said Porter, doggedly.
"When"s the annual meeting?" asked Fenton, suddenly.
"It"s day after to-morrow--a close call, but I"ll make it all right."