"Nothing could suit us better, sir," he said, deferentially. "They"ve been handing us more trouble than I fancy talking about. And they look like handing us still more. These people have grown slowly, but very deliberately. There"s something very like genius in their management.
And seemingly they possess unlimited capital or credit. I guess I know something of their contemplated manoeuvres. They"re a.s.sembling all the free mills outside our ring. I see a great big sc.r.a.p coming. May I ask the price you"re considering?"
h.e.l.lbeam produced a gold cigar case. A greater man would have been content with a certain modesty of appointment. His case was comparable in vulgarity with the size of his cigars. He thrust the pierced end of the cigar between his gross lips and spoke with the huge thing lolling.
"It does not matter. I say buy."
The tone, the snapping of the man"s eyes forbade further probing in this direction. He lit his cigar.
"It will need careful handling," ventured Peterman.
h.e.l.lbeam snorted.
"It careful handling always needs. Eh?"
"Surely. I was thinking."
"So. You will think. Then you will act. You will communicate forthwith.
See? You listen. I buy this Sachigo, yes. The price matters nothing.
There is a reason. This fight. It is not that. Who is the head? I would know. I fancy this man to meet. He is what you call--bright. So."
Elas shook his head--
"There are two men in it we recognise. A man named Harker and another called Sternford--Bull Sternford. We know little of either. You see, it"s kind of far away. Anyway, between them they"re pretty--bright. I don"t think they built the mill. I"m sure that"s so. It was a man called Standing. But he seems to have gone out of active management. I might start by writing them and feel the way."
"Ach no!" h.e.l.lbeam shook his head in violent protest. "You write--no.
You have your confidential man, yes? You send him. I give you the outline of terms. I give you alternative terms. Big terms. He will go.
He will talk. He will hear. Then we will later come to terms. All men will sell--on terms. Your man. Where is he? I must see him. Then the Board. It meets. I will address it. I show them how this thing will serve."
"That"s all right, sir," Elas was smiling. "You couldn"t offer the Board a more welcome proposition than the purchase of Sachigo just now. We"re changing our forest organisation right now, and that means temporary delays and drop in output. Sachigo"s our worry while we"re doing it. But with your permission I won"t send a man up there. I think," he added deliberately, "I"d like to send a--woman."
h.e.l.lbeam"s face was a study. His little eyes opened to their widest extent. His heavy lips parted, and he s.n.a.t.c.hed his cigar into the safety of his white fingers.
"A--woman--for this thing? You crazy are!"
There was no restraint or pretence of restraint. The other"s smile was more confident than might have been expected before such an intolerant outburst.
"Guess a woman has her limitations, sir. Maybe this one hasn"t a wide experience. But she"s clever. She"s loyal to us, and she"s got that which counts a whole heap when it comes to getting a man on her side.
You reckon to buy Sachigo. If you send a man to deal he"ll get short shrift. If there"s anyone to put through this deal for Skandinavia it"s the woman I"m thinking of. And she"ll put it through because she"s the woman she is, and not because of any talents. Your pardon, sir, if I speak frankly. But from all I know of Sachigo, if you--perhaps the king of financiers on this continent--went to these folk and offered them double what their enterprise is worth, I guess they"d chase you out of Labrador so quick you wouldn"t have time to think the blasphemy suitable to the occasion."
Peterman"s explanation caught the humour of his countryman. The bulk of the visitor shook under a suppressed laugh.
"Well," he retorted, "I do not go. This woman. A good-looker, eh? She is pleasant--to men? Where is she? Who is she?"
"She"s my secretary, sir." Elas jumped at the change of his visitor"s humour. "She"s not much more than a kid. But she"s quite a "looker,"
I"ll send for her, if you"ll permit me. She"s getting some reports for me. I"ll ask her to bring them up. You can see her then, sir, and, if you"ll forgive me, I won"t present her to you. If I do she"ll guess something, and it"s best she knows nothing of this contemplated deal--as regards you."
For a moment the banker made no reply. He sat, an adipose ma.s.s, breathing heavily, and sucking at his cigar. Then quite suddenly, he nodded.
"Send for her," he said sharply.
Elas reached the telephone and rang down.
"h.e.l.lo! That you? Oh, will you step up a moment, Miss McDonald? Yes. Are they ready? Good. That"s just what I want. Please. All of them."
Nancy knocked at the door and stepped into the room. She was carrying a large typescript of many pages. It represented many days and evenings of concentrated labour. It had been a labour not so much of love as of ambition. It was an exhaustive summary of the position of the Skandinavia"s forestry in the s.h.a.gaunty Valley.
She missed the squat figure in the chair she usually occupied. She saw nothing of the stare of the narrow eyes concentrated upon her. She saw only the tall figure of Peterman, standing waiting for her beyond his desk in such a position that, to reach him, she must pa.s.s herself in review before the devouring gaze of the great banker.
She walked briskly towards him, her short skirt yielding the seductive rustle of the silk beneath it. Her movements were beyond words in grace.
Her tall figure, so beautifully proportioned, and so daintily rounded, displayed the becoming coat-frock she usually wore in business to absolute perfection.
The banker"s searching eyes realised all this to the last detail. He realised much more. For his was the regard that sought beneath the surface of things. It was that regard which every wholesome, good woman resents. But ultimately it was the girl"s face and hair that held him.
The rare beauty of the latter"s colour sent a surge of appreciation running through his sensual veins. And the perfect beauty, and delicate charm of her pretty features, stirred him no less. Only her eyes, those pretty, confident, intelligent, hazel depths he missed. But he waited.
"These are the papers, Mr. Peterman."
Nancy held out the typescript to the waiting man whose eyes had none of the smiling welcome they would have had in h.e.l.lbeam"s absence.
"Thank you." Elas glanced down at the neatly bound script.
"It"s all complete?"
"Oh, yes. It"s the whole story. It"s in tabloid form. You will be able to take the whole close in half an hour."
A rough clearing of the throat interrupted her, and Nancy discovered the banker beside the desk. In something of a hurry she promptly turned to depart. But Elas claimed her.
"Will you come to me after lunch?" he said pleasantly.
"I want to go into the details of that trip I explained to you. You must get away as soon as possible."
"Directly after lunch?"
"Yes. Say three o"clock."
"Very well."
The girl again turned to go, but the banker antic.i.p.ated her. As she reached the door he stood beside it, and opened it for her to pa.s.s out.
He was holding something in his hand. It was an exquisitely formed gold fountain-pen.
"This yours is, I think," he said heavily, while his eyes searched those depths of hazel he had missed before.
The girl smiled as she gazed at the beautiful pen. She shook her head.
"No," she said. "I never possessed anything so beautiful in my life."
"But you drop it as you come, I think, yes?" The man"s eyes were levelled at her devouringly. Quick as thought he turned to Elas watching the scene. "Is it yours? I see it on the carpet, yes?"