"You get them for me," said Margrave with a change of manner, "quick!"
Wheaton still hesitated.
Margrave picked up his hat.
"I"m going from here to the _Gazette_ office. You know they do what I tell "em over there. They"d like a little story about the aristocratic Wheaton family of Ohio. Porter"s girl would like that for breakfast to-morrow morning."
Wheaton hung between two inclinations, one to make terms with Margrave and a.s.sure his friendship at any hazard, the other to break with him, let the consequences be what they might. It is one of the impressive facts of human destiny that the frail barks among us are those which are sent into the least known seas. Great mariners have made charts and set warning lights, but the hidden reefs change hourly, and the great chartographer Experience cannot keep pace with them.
"Hurry up," said Margrave impatiently; "this is my busy night and I can"t wait on you. Dig it up."
Wheaton"s hand went slowly to his pocket. As he drew out his own certificate with nervous fingers, the certificate which Evelyn Porter had given him an hour before fell upon the table.
"That"s the right color," said Margrave, s.n.a.t.c.hing the paper as Wheaton sprang forward to regain it.
"Not that! not that! That isn"t mine!"
Margrave stepped back and swept the face of the certificate with his eyes.
"Well, this does beat h.e.l.l! I knew you stood next, Jim," he said insolently, "but I didn"t know that you were on such confidential terms as all this. And you witnessed the signature. Gosh! How sweet and pretty it all is!" The paper exhaled the faint odor of sachet, and Margrave lifted it to his nostrils with a mockery of delight.
"I must have that, Margrave. I will do anything, but I must have that---- You wouldn"t----"
Margrave watched him maliciously, thoroughly enjoying his terror.
"How do you know I wouldn"t? Give me the other one, Jim."
Still Wheaton held his own certificate; he believed for a moment that he could trade the one for the other.
"I"m not going to fool with you much longer, Jim; you either give me that certificate or I go to the _Gazette_ office as straight as I can walk. Just sign it in blank, the way the other one is. I"ll witness it all right."
Wheaton wrote while Margrave stood over him, holding ready a blotter which he applied to Wheaton"s signature with unnecessary care.
"I hope this won"t cause you any inconvenience with the lady, but you"re undoubtedly a fair liar and you can fix that all right, particularly"--with a chuckle--"if the old man cashes in."
Wheaton followed Margrave"s movements as if under a spell that he could not shake off. Margrave walked toward the door with an air of nonchalance, pulling on his gloves.
"I haven"t my check-book with me, Jim, but I"ll settle for your stock and Miss Evelyn"s, too, after I get things reorganized. It"ll be worth more money then. Please give the young lady my compliments," with irritating suavity. He stopped, smoothing the backs of his gloves placidly. "That"s all right, Jim, ain"t it?" he asked mockingly.
"I hope you"re satisfied," said Wheaton weakly. Twice, within a year, he had felt the fingers of an angry man at his throat and he did not relish the experience.
"I"m never satisfied," said Margrave, picking up his hat.
Wheaton wished to make a bargain with him, to a.s.sure his own immunity; but he did not know how to accomplish it. Margrave had threatened him, and he wished to dull the point of the threat, but he was afraid to ask a promise of him. He said, as Margrave opened the door to go out:
"Do you think Fenton noticed anything?" His tone was so pitiful in its eagerness that Margrave laughed in his face.
"I don"t know, Jim, and I don"t give a d.a.m.n."
Wheaton did not follow him to the door, but Margrave seemed in no hurry to leave. The watchman went forward to let him out at the side entrance, and Margrave paused to light a cigar very deliberately and to urge one on the watchman.
"If he"d only been sure the old man would have died to-night," he reflected as he walked up the street, "he"d have given me Porter"s shares, easy." He went to his office, entertaining himself with this pleasant speculation. "If I"d got out of the bank with that package he"d never dared squeal," he presently concluded.
Timothy Margrave was a fair judge of character.
CHAPTER XXVIII
BROKEN GLa.s.s
John Saxton was a good deal the worse for wear as he swung himself from a sleeper in the Clarkson station and bolted for a down-town car. Coal mining is a dirty business, and there are limits to the things that can be crowded into a suit-case. He had been crawling through four-foot veins of Kansas coal in the interest of the Neponset Trust Company, and had been delayed a day longer than he had expected. He continued to be in a good deal of a hurry after he reached his office, and he kicked aside the mail which rustled under the door as he opened it, and knelt hastily before the safe and began rattling the tumblers of the combination. He pulled out a long envelope and then with more composure consulted his watch.
It was half-past eight. He took from his memorandum calendar the leaf for the day; on it he had posted a cutting from a local newspaper announcing the annual meeting of the stockholders of the Clarkson Traction Company. The meeting was to be held, so the notice recited, between the hours of 9 a. m. and 5 p. m. of the second Tuesday of November, at the general offices of the Company in the city of Clarkson.
The Exchange Building was specified, though the administrative offices of the Company were on the other side of town. Before setting forth Saxton examined his papers, which were certificates of stock in the Clarkson Traction Company. They had been sent to him by a personal friend in Boston, the trustee of an estate, with instructions to investigate and report. Having received them just as he was leaving for Kansas, there had been no opportunity for consulting Porter or Wheaton, his usual advisers in perplexing matters. Traction stock had advanced lately, despite newspaper attacks on the company and he hoped to sell his friend"s shares to advantage.
Saxton had never been in the Exchange Building before and he poked about in the dark upper floors, uncertainly looking for the rooms described in the advertis.e.m.e.nt. Another man, also peering about in the hall, ran against him.
"Beg pardon, but can you tell me----"
"Good morning, Mr. Saxton, are you acquainted in this rookery?" It was Fenton, who carried a brown parcel under his arm and appeared annoyed.
"No; but I"m learning," John answered. "I"m looking for the offices of the Traction Company. Its light seems to be hid under a bushel."
"I"m looking for it, too," said Fenton. "Some humorist seems to have changed the numbers on this floor."
They traversed the halls of several floors in an effort to find the numbers specified in the notice. Fenton swore in an agreeable tone and occasionally kicked at a door in his rage. Saxton called to him presently from a dark corner where he held up a lighted match to read the number on the transom.
"Here"s our number, but there"s no name on the door."
Fenton advanced upon the door with long strides, but it did not open as he grasped the k.n.o.b. He kicked it sharply, but there was still no response from within.
"What time is it, Saxton?" he asked over his shoulder, without abating his pounding or knocking.
Saxton stepped back and peered into his watch.
"Five minutes of nine." He was aware now that something important was in progress. He did not know Fenton well, but he knew that he was the attorney for Porter and the Clarkson National, and that he was a serious character who did not beat on doors unless he had business on the inside. Fenton now called out loudly, demanding admission. There was a low sound of voices and a sharp noise of chairs being pushed over an uncarpeted floor within; but the k.n.o.b which Fenton still held and shook did not turn.
On the inside of the door Timothy Margrave and Horton, the president, Barnes, the secretary, and Percival, the treasurer of the Clarkson Traction Company, were holding the annual meeting of that corporation, in conformity with its articles of a.s.sociation, and according to the duly advertised notice as required by the statutes in such cases made and provided. They had, however, antic.i.p.ated the hour slightly; but this was not, Margrave said, an important matter. His notions of the proper way of holding business meetings were based on his long experience in managing ward primaries.
Horton, the president, called the meeting to order. "Well, boys," said Margrave, "there ain"t any use waiting on the other fellows. Business is business and we might as well get through with it."
"Shall we hear the report of the secretary and treasurer?" the president asked Margrave deferentially.
"I move that we pa.s.s that," said Margrave. He was smoothing out the certificates of his shares on the table. "I move that we proceed at once to the election of officers of the company. Is the door locked?"
"Sure," said Barnes, the secretary, but he went over and tried it. "I guess Porter ain"t coming," he said in a tone of regret that was intended to be facetious, "and he must have forgotten to send proxies."