Stone laid a heavy hand easily upon Bobby"s desk. It was a strong hand, a big hand, brown and hairy, and from the third pudgy finger glowed a huge diamond.
"As far as Trimmer is concerned," said he, quite undisturbed, "you can have his head any minute. He"s a mutt."
"You don"t need to give me Mr. Trimmer"s head," replied Bobby, quite as calmly. "I intend to get that myself."
"And as for the Brightlight," continued Stone as if he had not been interrupted, "I sent Sharpe over to see you about that this morning. I think we can fix it so that you can get back your two hundred and fifty thousand. The deal"s been worth a lot more than that to the Consolidated."
"No doubt," agreed Bobby. "However, I"m not looking, at the present moment, for a sop to the Brightlight Company. It will be time enough for that when I have forced the Consolidated into the hands of a receiver."
Stone looked at Bobby thoughtfully between narrowed eyelids.
"Look here, young fellow," said he presently. "Now, you take it from me, and I have been through the mill, that there ain"t any use holding a grouch. The mere doing damage don"t get you anything unless it"s to whip somebody else into line with a warning. I take it that this ain"t what you"re trying to do. You think you"re simply playing a grouch game, table stakes; but if you"ll simmer down you"ll find you"ve got a price. Now, I"d rather have you with me than against me. If you"ll just say what you want I"ll get it for you if it"s in reach. But don"t froth. I"ve cleaned up as much money as your daddy did, just by keeping my temper."
"I"m going to keep mine, too," Bobby informed him quite cheerfully. "I have just found that I have one, and I like it."
Stone brushed this triviality aside with a wave of his heavy hand.
"Quit kidding," he said, "and come out with it. I see you"re no piker, anyhow. You"re playing for big game. What is it you want?"
"As I said before, not very much," declared Bobby. "I only want to grind your machine into powder. I want to dig up the rotten munic.i.p.al control of this city, root and branch. I want to ferret out every bit of crookedness in which you have been concerned, and every bit that you have caused. I want to uncover every man, high or low, for just what he is, and I don"t care how well protected he is nor how shining his reputation, if he"s concerned in a crooked deal I"m going after him--"
"There won"t be many of us left," Stone interrupted with a smile.
"--I want to get back some of the money you have stolen from this city," continued Bobby; "and I want, last of all, to drive you out of this town for good."
Stone rose with a sigh.
"This is the only chance I"ll give you to climb in with the music," he rumbled. "I"ve kept off three days, figuring out where you were leading to and what you were after. Now, last of all, what will you take to call it off?"
"I have told you the price," said Bobby.
"Then you"re looking for trouble and you must have it, eh?"
"I suppose I must."
"Then you"ll get it," and without the sign of a frown upon his brow Mr. Stone left the office.
The next morning things began to happen. The First National Bank called up the business office of the _Bulletin_ and ordered its advertis.e.m.e.nt discontinued. Not content alone with that, President De Graff called up Bobby personally, and in a very cold and dignified voice told him that the First National was compelled to withdraw its patronage on account of the undignified personal attacks in which the _Bulletin_ was indulging. Bobby whistled softly. He knew De Graff quite well; they were, in fact, upon most intimate terms, socially.
"I should think, De Graff," Bobby remonstrated, "that of all people the banks should be glad to have all this crookedness rooted out of the city. As a matter of fact, I intended shortly to ask your cooperation in the formation of a citizens" committee to insure honest politics."
"I really could not take any active part in such a movement, Mr.
Burnit," returned De Graff, still more coldly. "The conservatism necessary to my position forbids my connection with any sensational publicity whatsoever."
An hour later, Crone, the advertising manager, came up to Bobby very much worried, to report that not only the First National but the Second Market Bank had stopped their advertising, as had Trimmer and Company, and another of the leading dry-goods firms.
"Of course," said Crone, "your editorial policy is your own, but I"m afraid that it is going to be ruinous to your advertising."
"I shouldn"t wonder," admitted Bobby dryly, and that was all the satisfaction he gave Crone; but inwardly he was somewhat disturbed.
He had not thought of the potency of this line of attack. While he knew nothing of the newspaper business, he had already made sure that the profit was in the advertising. He sent for Jolter.
"Ben," he asked, "what is the connection between the First National and the Second Market Banks and Sam Stone?"
"Money," said the managing editor promptly. "Both banks are depositories of city funds."
"I see," said Bobby slowly. "Do any other banks enjoy this patronage?"
"The Merchants" and the Planters" and Traders" hold the county funds, which are equally at Stone"s disposal."
Bobby heard this news in silence, and Jolter, after looking at him narrowly for a moment, added:
"I"ll tell you something else. Not one of the four banks pays to the city or the county one penny of interest on these deposits. This is well known to the newspapers, but none of them has dared use it."
"Go after them," said Bobby.
"Moreover, it is strongly suspected that the banks pay interest privately to Stone, through a small and select ring in the court-house and in the city hall."
"Go after them."
"I suppose you know the men who will be involved in this," said Jolter.
"Some of my best friends, I expect," said Bobby.
"And some of the most influential citizens in this town," retorted Jolter. "They can ruin the _Bulletin_. They could ruin any business."
"The thing"s crooked, isn"t it?" demanded Bobby.
"As a dog"s hind leg."
"Go after them, Jolter!" Bobby reiterated. Then he laughed aloud. "De Graff just telephoned me that "the conservatism of his position forbids him to take part in any sensational publicity whatsoever.""
Comment other than a chuckle was superfluous from either one of them, and Jolter departed to the city editor"s room, to bring joy to the heart of the staff.
It was "Bugs" Roach who scented the far-reaching odor of this move with the greatest joy.
"You know what this means, don"t you?" he delightedly commented. "A grand jury investigation. Oh, listen to the band!"
Before noon the Merchants" and the Planters" and Traders" Banks had withdrawn their advertis.e.m.e.nts.
At about the same hour a particularly atrocious murder was committed in one of the suburbs. Up in the reporters" room of the police station, Thomas, of the _Bulletin_, and Graham, of the _Chronicle_, were indulging in a quiet game of whist with two of the morning newspaper boys, when a roundsman stepped to the door and called Graham out. Graham came back a moment later after his coat, with such studied nonchalance that the other boys, eternally suspicious as police reporters grow to be, looked at him narrowly, and Thomas asked him, also with studied nonchalance:
"The candy-store girl, or the one in the laundry office?"
"Business, young fellow, business," returned Graham loftily. "I guess the _Chronicle_ knows when it has a good man. I"m called into the office to save the paper. They"re sending a cub down to cover the afternoon. Don"t scoop him, old man."
"Not unless I get a chance," promised Thomas, but after Graham had gone he went down to the desk and, still unsatisfied, asked:
"Anything doing, Lieut.?"