"I vote twenty-five hundred and ninety-seven shares of the common stock of this company; you gentlemen haven"t more than that, have you?" The fact was that the three officers present owned only one share each as their strict legal qualification for holding office.
"I think the minutes ought to show," said the secretary, "that these were the only shares represented, and that due advertis.e.m.e.nt was published according to law, but that owing to the loss of the stock register, written notice to individual stockholders was given only to such holders of certificates as disclosed themselves."
"That"s all right," said Margrave. "You fix it up, Barnes, and you"d better get Congreve to see that it"s done with the legal frills."
Congreve was the local counsel of Margrave"s railroad, and was a man that could be trusted.
"I move," said Barnes, "that we proceed to the election of officers for the ensuing year."
"And I move," said Percival, "that the secretary be instructed to cast the ballot of the stockholders for Timothy Margrave for president."
"Consent," exclaimed Barnes, hurriedly.
Steps could be heard in the outer hall, and Margrave looked at his watch.
"I move that we adjourn to meet at my office at two o"clock, to conclude the election of officers."
Some one was shaking the outside door.
"Can"t we finish now?" asked Horton, who had been promised the vice-presidency. He and the other officers were afraid of Margrave, and were reluctant to have their own elections deferred even for a few hours.
There was another knock at the door.
"At two o"clock," said Margrave decisively, as the knocking at the door was renewed. He gathered up his certificates and prepared to leave.
Saxton, standing with Fenton in the dark hall, referred to his watch again.
"Shall we go in?" he asked.
The lawyer dropped the k.n.o.b of the door and drew back out of the way.
"It"s too bad it"s gla.s.s," said Saxton, setting his shoulder against the wooden frame over the lock. The lock held, but the door bent away from it. He braced his feet and drove his shoulder harder into the corner, at the same time pressing his hip against the lock. It refused to yield, but the gla.s.s cracked, and finally half of it fell with a crash to the floor within.
"Don"t hurry yourselves, gentlemen," said Fenton, coolly, speaking through the ragged edges of broken gla.s.s. Saxton thrust his hand in to the catch and opened the door.
"Why, it"s only Fenton," called Margrave in a pleasant tone to his a.s.sociates, who had effected their exits safely into a rear room.
"It"s only Fenton," continued the lawyer, stepping inside, "but I"ll have to trouble you to wait a few minutes."
"Oh, the meeting"s adjourned, if that"s what you want," said Margrave.
"That won"t go down," said Fenton, placing his package on the table.
"You"re old enough to know, Margrave, that one man can"t hold a stockholders" meeting behind locked doors in a pigeon roost."
"The meeting was held regular, at the hour and place advertised," said Margrave with dignity. "A majority of the stockholders were represented."
"By you, I suppose," said Fenton, who had walked into the room followed by Saxton.
"By me," said Margrave. He had not taken off his overcoat and he now began to b.u.t.ton it about his portly figure.
"How many shares have you?" asked the lawyer, seating himself on the edge of the table.
"I suppose you think I"m working a bluff, but I"ve really got the stuff this time, Fenton. To be real decent with you I don"t mind telling you that I"ve got exactly twenty-five hundred and ninety-seven shares of this stock. I guess that"s a majority all right. Now one good turn deserves another; how much has Porter got? I don"t care a d.a.m.n, but I"d just like to know." He stood by the table and ostentatiously played with his certificates to make Fenton"s humiliation all the keener. Margrave"s a.s.sociates stood at the back of the room and watched him admiringly.
Fenton"s bundle still lay on the table, and Saxton stood with his hands in his pockets watching events. There had been no chance for him to explain to Fenton his reasons for seeking the offices of the Traction Company and it had pleased Margrave to ignore his presence; Fenton paid no further attention to him. He wondered at Fenton"s forbearance, and expected the lawyer to demolish Margrave, but Fenton said:
"You are quite right, Margrave. I hold for Mr. Porter exactly twenty-three hundred and fifty shares."
Margrave nodded patronizingly.
"Just a little under the mark."
"You may make that twenty-four hundred even," said Saxton, "if it will do you any good."
"I"m still shy," said Fenton. "Our friend clearly has the advantage."
"I suppose if you"d known how near you"d come, you"d have hustled pretty hard for the others," said Margrave, sympathetically.
"Oh, I don"t know!" said Fenton, with the taunting inflection which gives slang to the phrase. He did not seem greatly disturbed. Saxton expected him to try to make terms; but the lawyer yawned in a preoccupied way, before he said:
"So long as the margin"s so small, you"d better be decent and hold your stockholders" meeting according to law and let us in. I"m sure Mr.
Saxton and I would be of great a.s.sistance--wise counsel and all that."
Margrave laughed his horse laugh. "You"re a pretty good fellow, Fenton, and I"m sorry we can"t do business together."
"Oh, well, if you won"t, you won"t." Fenton took up his bundle and turned to the door.
"I suppose you"ve got large chunks of Traction bonds, too, Margrave.
There"s nothing like going in deep in these things."
Margrave winked.
"Bonds be d.a.m.ned. I"ve been hearing for four years that Traction bondholders were going to tear up the earth, but I guess those old frosts down in New England won"t foreclose on me. I"ll pay "em their interest as soon as I get to going and they"ll think I"m hot stuff. And say!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, suddenly, "if Porter"s got any of those bonds don"t you get gay with "em. It"s a big thing for the town to have a practical railroad man like me running the street car lines; and if I can"t make "em pay n.o.body can."
"You"re not conceited or anything, are you, Margrave?"
"By the way, young man," said Margrave, addressing Saxton for the first time, "we won"t charge you anything for breakage to-day, but don"t let it happen again."
Margrave lingered to rea.s.sure and instruct his a.s.sociates as to the adjourned meeting, and Saxton went out with Fenton.
"That was rather tame," said John, as he and Fenton reached the street together. "I hoped there would be some fun. These shares belong to a Boston friend and they"re for sale."
"I wonder how Porter came to miss them," said Fenton, grimly. "You"d better keep them as souvenirs of the occasion. The engraving isn"t bad.
I turn up this way." They paused at the corner. He still carried his bundle and he drew from his pocket now a number of doc.u.ments in manila jackets.
"I have a little errand at the Federal Court." They stood by a letter box and the cars of the Traction Company wheezed and clanged up Varney Street past them.
"The fact is," he said, "that Mr. Porter owns all of the bonds of the Traction Company."
Saxton nodded. He understood now why the stockholders" meeting had not disturbed Fenton.