"Do you think you could make his firm buy up all the Princeton on that flimsy dodge?" retorted Snaffle contemptuously.
"We"ll see," Amanda declared, nodding her head determinedly. "The question is how much do you think they will stand? A man ought to know that better than a woman."
A new look of cunning came into the fat face of the speculator, and his numerous superfluous chins began to be agitated as if with excitement.
"Well," he said, "if you can stick them for any I don"t see why you can"t for a lot. I"ve just four thousand shares left, and you might as well run them all in on the old man."
The widow laughed with malicious glee.
"I don"t know," she replied, "how this will turn out, but if I wasn"t going to get a cent from it, I"d try it just for the sake of getting even with Al Irons."
"Oh, its your opportunity," he said, with agile change of base, "and as for getting ahead of him, I"m blessed if I wouldn"t bet on you every time. Seven thousand shares isn"t much for a house like theirs. We put the stock at ten dollars on purpose so folks could handle a lot of it and talk big without having much money in. Come, you just clear out the whole thing for me, and I"ll let you have it at two and a half, just for your good looks."
"Thank you for nothing," was the reply of the redoubtable widow. "I took the trouble to find out the market price on my way down here and anybody can buy plenty of it for two and an eighth, without being good looking at all."
Erastus chuckled, rubbing his fat hands together in delighted appreciation of his companion"s wit.
"Come," he pleaded, "when you get to making eyes at that clerk, he"ll buy anything you offer, no matter what Irons told him. I wouldn"t give much for the man that would let a little memorandum stand in the way of obliging a lady."
Amanda did not have good blood in her veins without appreciating the coa.r.s.e vulgarity of Snaffle; but neither had she a.s.sociated for years with his kind without having the edge of her distaste worn away. She was, besides, a woman and a vain one, and the undisguised admiration with which he regarded her put her in excellent humor. It confirmed the verdict of her mirror that the care with which she had arrayed herself for this expedition had not been wasted. She smiled as she answered him, tapping her chin with her well-gloved forefinger.
"But, of course," she observed, dispa.s.sionately, "if I bought of you at all I should buy conditionally. I"ll give you two for the stock, and take it if I can sell it to Irons."
"Oh, don"t rob yourself," Snaffle returned, with good-natured sarcasm.
"What"s to hinder my selling it for two and an eighth myself?"
"Two and an eighth asked and no buyers is what they told me!" retorted the widow imperturbably. "I don"t know much about stocks, but I know that if you could have sold for almost any price you"d have done it long ago."
"Right you are," admitted Snaffle, good-naturedly, "if I"d n.o.body to consider but myself; but just the same, I sha"n"t kick the bottom out of the market before it falls out of itself."
"Then I understand," said the widow, with an air, gathering herself together as if to depart, "that you won"t take my offer."
"Oh, come now," protested Snaffle, "why don"t you ask me to give it to you as I did the other?"
"So delicate of him," murmured the widow, confidentially to the universe at large, "to fling that at me."
"I ain"t flinging it at you," Snaffle returned, unabashed. "But, come now, let"s talk business. If I give you an option on this, so long as you are going to sell it at three dollars, of course you ought to pay me more than the market price. I"ll be d"ed if I let you have it less than two and a half."
"One doesn"t know which to admire most, Mr. Snaffle, your politeness to ladies or your generosity."
"Oh, don"t mention it," was the speculator"s grinning reply. "Come, now, don"t be a pig. Twenty per cent profit ought to satisfy anybody."
"I"ll give you two," said Mrs. Sampson, with feminine persistency.
Snaffle turned on his heel with a word seldom spoken in the presence of ladies.
"Well, you might as well get out of this, then," he remarked, brusquely. "You"re a beauty, but you don"t know anything about business."
Amanda regarded him with an inscrutable glance for an instant, evidently making up her mind that he meant what he said.
"Well," she observed; "if you want to rob me, I"m only a woman with n.o.body to take my part, and I shall have to give you what you ask."
"Gad!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "If one man in ten was as well able to take his own part as you are, things "d be some different from what they are now."
And the smile of Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson indicated that even so high-flavored a compliment as this was not wholly displeasing to her.
The certificates of stock were produced and duly endorsed, and, tucking them into her handbag, the widow went on her way attended by wishes for her success which were probably the more genuine because the transaction was only conditional.
"Well," Snaffle communed with himself after she had departed; "there ain"t no flies on the widow, and I guess she"ll manage that clerk.
She"s a clever one, but if she"d been a little cleverer, so as to appreciate that I couldn"t put that amount of stock on the market without sending the price down to bed rock, she might have had the lot at her own figure. I"d have been glad to take one fifty for it."
Meanwhile the widow had pursued her scheming way toward State Street.
The moral support of Snaffle"s testimony to her ability and his admiration for her personal appearance probably upheld her during her interview with Mr. Iron"s clerk. That young man, an exquisite creature, who had the appearance of giving his mind largely to his collars, was overwhelmed by the amount of stock which Mrs. Sampson produced. He explained with some confusion that in the hurry incident upon Mr.
Iron"s unexpected departure, he had neglected to make a memorandum, but that he understood that he was to receive three thousand shares of Princeton Platinum with Mr. Iron"s letter as a voucher.
"I may have been mistaken," he observed, apologetically. "Mr. Irons was called away in a great hurry, and I did get some of his directions confused. It"s singular that he didn"t name the amount in the letter."
"I"m very sorry he didn"t," returned the widow, with an engaging air of appealing to the other"s generosity. "It puts me in a very awkward position, just as if I were trying to impose on you. Mr. Irons knew just what I had and said he"d take it all."
"Oh, I didn"t mean for an instant," the clerk protested, blushing with confusion, "that you were trying to impose on us."
The clerk was young and susceptible, the widow was mature and adroit; he was confused and uncertain, she was definite and determined. Mr.
Irons had, moreover, given the young man to understand that the transaction was a confidential and personal one, which involved more than appeared on the surface. Confronted by the phraseology of Mr.
Iron"s note, backed by Mrs. Sampson"s insinuating manner and unblushing statements, the clerk laid aside his discretion, and in the end allowed himself to fall a victim to the wiles of the astute widow, who walked away considerably richer than she came, besides being able to bring joy to the heart of Erastus Snaffle by a neat sum of ready cash, which she delivered after another prolonged discussion over the price she should pay him for the stock.
And on the following morning when she read in the stock reports that Princeton Platinum had fallen to one and a half, she remembered her stroke of yesterday with a conscience which if not wholly clear was thoroughly satisfied.
x.x.xV
HEARTSICK WITH THOUGHT.
Two Gentlemen of Verona; i.--1.
Fenton"s forenoon at his studio was broken by a visit from Ninitta. His mind full of his trip to New York, and of speculations concerning his interview with Mrs. Glendower, he had let the whole question of the _Fatima_ and his entanglement with its model slip from his mind, and when he opened the door to find Mrs. Herman standing there, the shock of his surprise was a most painful one. Ninitta"s eyes were swollen with weeping, and the sleepless night had made her plain face haggard and ugly. With a quick, irritated gesture, the artist put his hand upon her arm and drew her impatiently into the studio. Closing the door, he stood confronting her a moment, studying her expression, as if to discover the cause of her disturbance.
"Well," at length he said, harshly, "have you betrayed me?"
Ninitta answered his look with one of helpless and confused despair.
The anguish of the long hours during which she had been making up her mind what to do in the emergency that had arisen, had stupefied her so that she could not think clearly. She still suffered, and Fenton"s brutal manner brought tears to her eyes, but she was benumbed and dazed, and could neither think nor feel clearly.
"Grant found out himself," she said, "that I posed."
"Well?" Fenton demanded, with an intensity that made his smooth voice hoa.r.s.e.
"That"s all," Ninitta responded dully. "I"m going away."
"Going away?" echoed Fenton, the words arousing again his fears that the worst might have been discovered. "Then Herman does know?"