"Like myself, you are practical men--you want facts and figures, and when you invest your money you want to be more than reasonably sure of its return. Gentlemen, I have in the hands of a printer a prospectus giving the values of the ground per cubic yard, and from this data I have conservatively, very conservatively, calculated the profits which we might reasonably antic.i.p.ate. You will be startled, amazed, bewildered by the magnitude of the returns upon the investment which I am giving you the opportunity to make.
"I shall say no more at present, gentlemen, but when my prospectus is off the press I shall place it in your hands--"
"Gemman to see you, suh."
"I"m engaged."
"Said it was important." The bell boy lingered.
Sprudell frowned.
"Did he give no name?"
"Yes, suh; he said to tell you Burt--Bruce Burt."
Sprudell grew a curious, chalky white and stood quite still. He felt his color going and turned quickly lest it be observed.
Apologetically, to his guests:
"One moment, if you please."
He remembered that Bruce Burt had warned him that he would come back and haunt him--he wished the corridor was one mile long.
There was nothing of the wraith, or phantom, however, in the broad-shouldered figure in a wide-brimmed Stetson sitting in the office watching Sprudell"s approach with ominous intentness.
With a fair semblance of cordiality Sprudell hastened forward with outstretched hand.
"I"m amazed! Astonished--"
"I thought you would be," Bruce answered grimly, ignoring Sprudell"s hand. "I came to see about that letter--what you"ve done."
"Everything within my power, my friend--they"re gone."
"Gone! You could not find them?"
"Not a trace." Sprudell looked him squarely in the eye.
"You did your best?"
"Yes, Burt, I did my best."
"Well," Bruce got up slowly, "I guess I"ll register." His voice and face showed his disappointment. "You live here, they said, so I"ll see you in the morning and get the picture and the "dust"."
"In the morning, then. You"ll excuse me now, won"t you? I have a little dinner on."
He lingered a moment to watch Bruce walk across the office and he noticed how he towered almost head and shoulders above the clerk at the desk: and he saw also, how, in spite of his ill-fitting clothes so obviously ready-made, he commanded, without effort, the attention and consideration for which, in his heart, Sprudell knew that he himself had to pay and pose and scheme.
A thought which was so strong, so like a conviction that it turned him cold, flashed into his mind as he looked. If, by any whim of Fate, Helen Dunbar and Bruce Burt should ever meet, all the material advantages which he had to offer would not count a straw"s weight with the girl he had determined to marry.
But such a meeting was the most remote thing possible. There were nearer bridges to be crossed, and Sprudell was anxious to be rid of his guests that he might think.
When Bruce stepped out of the elevator the next morning, Sprudell greeted him effusively and this time Bruce, though with no great enthusiasm, took his plump, soft hand. From the first he had a feeling which grew stronger, as the forenoon waned, that Sprudell was "riding herd on him," guarding him, warding off chance acquaintances. It amused him, when he was sure of it, for he thought that it was due to Sprudell"s fear lest he betray him in his role of hero, though it seemed to Bruce that short as was their acquaintance Sprudell should know him better than that. When he had the young man corralled in his office at the Tool Works, he seemed distinctly relieved and his vigilance relaxed.
He handed Bruce his own letter and a roll of notes, saying with a smile which was uncommonly gracious considering that the money was his own:
"I suppose it won"t make any difference to you that your gold-dust has taken on a different form."
"Why, no," Bruce answered. "It"s all the same." Yet he felt a little surprise. "But the letter from "Slim"s" sister, and the picture--I want them, too."
"I"m sorry," Sprudell frowned in perplexity, "but they"ve been mislaid.
I can"t think where I put them, to save my soul."
"How could you misplace them?" Bruce demanded sharply. "You kept them all together, didn"t you? I _wanted_ that picture."
"It"ll turn up, of course," Sprudell replied soothingly. "And when it does I"ll get it to you by the first mail."
Bruce did not answer--there seemed nothing more to say--but there was something in Sprudell"s voice and eyes that was not convincing. Bruce had the feeling strongly that he was holding back the letter and the picture, but why? What could they possibly mean to a stranger? He was wrong in his suspicions, of course, but nevertheless, he was intensely irritated by the carelessness.
He arose, and Sprudell did likewise.
"You are going West from here?"
Bruce answered shortly:
"On the first train."
Sprudell lowered his lids that Bruce should not see the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Good luck to you, and once more, congratulations on your safe return."
Bruce reluctantly took the hand he offered, wondering why it was that Sprudell repelled him so.
"Good-bye," he answered indifferently, as he turned to go.
Abe Cone in his comparatively short career had done many impulsive and ill-considered things but he never committed a worse _faux pas_ than when he dashed unannounced into Sprudell"s office, at this moment, dragging an out-of-town customer by the arm.
"Excuse me for intrudin"," he apologized breathlessly, "but my friend here, Mr. Herman Florsheim--shake hands with Mr. Sprudell, Herman--wants to catch a train and he"s interested in what I been tellin" him of that placer ground you stumbled on this fall. He"s got friends in that country and wanted to know just where it is. I remember you said something about Ore City bein" the nearest post-office, but what railroad is it on? If we need any outside money, why, Herman here--"
Bruce"s hand was on the door-k.n.o.b, but he lingered, ignoring the most urgent invitation to go that he ever had seen in any face.
"I"m busy, Abe," Sprudell said so sharply that his old friend stared.
"You _are_ intruding. You should have sent your name."
Bruce closed the door which he had partially opened and came back.
"Don"t mind me," he said slowly, looking at Sprudell. "I"d like to hear about that placer--the one you stumbled on last fall."
"We"ll come another time," Abe said, crestfallen.