Senator Gruff would not discuss its soundness; this was not the time nor yet the place. He would say, however, that it was unique and interesting.
Referring to what Mr. Bayard had called our "crazy-patch" system of currency, he, Senator Gruff, was willing to make this statement. The greenbacks, as all knew, were exempt from taxation. To discover how far greenbacks and their exemption had been made to affect the whole taxes of the several States, he, Senator Gruff, the year before had addressed a letter to every county tax-gatherer in the country. He had asked each to state the amount of greenbacks returned that year for his particular county as exempt.
"I received a reply," said Senator Gruff, "from every county auditor between Eastport and San Diego, Vancouver"s and the Florida Keys. The aggregate of greenbacks returned exempt for that one year was over thirteen billions of dollars, while, as we know, the entire amount of greenbacks extant in the country is but a shadow above two hundred and forty millions. I shall make no comment on the miracle, and cite it only as an incidental expression of one element of our money system."
Senator Gruff, continuing, recurred to the pushing forward of Senator Hanway as a Presidential candidate. It was, while unexpected by him, a movement so full of righteous politics that he confessed heartfelt gratification thereat. Senator Gruff would suggest that one and only one gentleman among those present be selected to furnish the story to the press.
"In that way," explained Senator Gruff, "we will escape the confusion sure to be the consequence should a half-dozen of us answer inquiries."
Senator Gruff, by common acclaim, was pitched upon as the one to deal with the papers.
"Why, then," returned Senator Gruff, with a quizzical eye, "I foresaw this honorable occasion and prepared for it. I shall give what we have done to the _Daily Tory_, whose intelligent representative is with us as a guest." And thereupon Senator Gruff, while a smile went round at this evidence of fullest preparation for the unexpected, a smile which he met with a merry face, drew from his pocket a doc.u.ment and pa.s.sed it over to Richard. In another moment a messenger was called; the story went on the wire, and the candidacy of Senator Hanway was formally declared.
Senator Hanway, as the dinner neared its close, proposed the health of Mr. Gwynn. In response, that remarkable man filled a goblet to the brim, arose, and bowed with gravity and condescension to Senator Hanway.
Everybody stood up, and Mr. Gwynn"s health was drunk with proper solemnity.
The highbred conduct of Mr. Gwynn from the beginning had been worthy of him as an old-school English gentleman. He said nothing; but he took wine with a decorous persistency that was almost pious and seemed like a religious rite. It should be observed that while he drank twice as much as did any other gentleman, not excepting Mr. Harley himself, it in no whit altered the stony propriety of his visage. There came no color to his cheek; nor did the piscatorial eye blaze up, but abode as pikelike as before. Also, with every b.u.mper Mr. Gwynn became more rigid, and more rigid still, as though instead of wine he quaffed libations of starch.
Of those who experienced Mr. Gwynn"s kingly hospitality that night there departed none who failed to carry with him a multiplied respect for his host--a respect which with the President and General Attorney of the Anaconda fair mounted to veneration. Altogether, from the standpoint of everyone except the alarmed Senator Coot, the affair was not a dinner, but a victory.
It was ten o"clock the morning after, and Richard had just reached the street. From across the way came a gentleman who apparently had been waiting for him to appear. It was none other than Mr. Sands, that warlike printer whom Richard rescued from the Africans and set to work.
Richard had not had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Sands since bestowing those benefits upon him.
"There was nothing to come for," explained Mr. Sands when Richard mentioned that deprivation. "I wouldn"t bother you now, only, being in the business, I"ve naturally a nose for news. I thought I might put you onto a scoop for the _Daily Tory_. Would a complete copy, verbatim, of the coming report of Senator Hanway"s committee on Northern Consolidated be of any service to you?"
CHAPTER XV
HOW RICHARD MET INSPECTOR VAL
When, prior to the hour of Mr. Gwynn"s dinner, Richard talked with Mr.
Bayard, the burden of their conversation was Northern Consolidated, and what manner of report might be expected from Senator Hanway"s committee.
Mr. Bayard was sure the members of the osprey pool designed a "bear"
campaign. For all that, he could not overstate the importance of getting possession of the Hanway report the moment it was prepared. Mr. Bayard"s belief in a "bear" movement to occur was only a deduction; it was not information--he did not know. There was no such thing as being positive until the written report was in Mr. Bayard"s hands. He would then have absolute knowledge of the pool"s intentions. Once clear in that behalf, he would be able to meet and defeat them.
"Our start," quoth Mr. Bayard, "will be the Hanway report. Nor can we come by that report too soon. It may lie buried for weeks before Senator Hanway produces it in open Senate. Its production will take place the day before the pool"s activities begin. It will be deferred until the market in its strength or weakness favors their aims. Wherefore, my young friend," concluded Mr. Bayard, clapping a slim hand on Richard"s shoulder, "to work! That report is the key. Every day we have it in our hands before it is read in the Senate means a million dollars."
Mr. Bayard forced upon Richard the mighty propriety of getting hold of Senator Hanway"s report; and Richard--to whom the report meant Dorothy the peerless, not paltry millions--was carried to the impolite length of bringing up the topic of Northern Consolidated at Mr. Gwynn"s dinner.
Richard asked Senator Hanway the plump question of the committee"s labors, and what time its report would appear.
"The sessions," said Senator Hanway, who, being about his departure, was getting into his Inverness at the time, "are still in progress. It will be several weeks before the close of the hearings. Then there must be time for deliberation; and finally a day or more for writing the report.
You may be sure, however," concluded Senator Hanway, "that the _Daily Tory_ shall have it before the other papers. It shall be an exclusive story; I promise you that."
And the next day comes the veracious Mr. Sands asking whether a verbatim copy of that report would be of service to him!
No marvel Richard stared.
"Because," observed Mr. Sands, puffing an extremely repulsive cigar, "I"ve got it here."
"Do you mean the report of Senator Hanway"s committee that is investigating Northern Consolidated?" cried Richard.
Mr. Sands tilted his derby over a confident left eye, blew a devastating cloud, and said he did.
"It was only last night," observed Richard, still bitten of doubt, "that Senator Hanway told me the committee had not ended its hearings."
Mr. Sands of the malignant cigar was not discouraged. Senator Hanway had lied. All Senators lied, according to Mr. Sands. No man could be a Senator unless he were a liar any more than a man could be a runner without first being able to walk. The committee was through with the inquiry; the report had come into the Government printing office the day before in the handwriting of the truthless Senator Hanway himself. It was now set up in types, and the forethoughtful Mr. Sands had abstracted a copy.
"As I said," explained that enterprising printer, "I"ve got a nose for news. I thought it might do for a scoop, d"ye see, so I swiped it for you."
"Let me look at it," said Richard, whose pulses were beginning to beat a quickstep. He was remembering the value of the report as explained by Mr. Bayard. "Let me see it, please."
Mr. Sands took from his pocket two strips of paper. Richard looked at one and then the other; they were white as snow, guiltless of mark or sign of ink.
"There"s nothing here," said Richard, the thing beginning to be mysterious.
For a moment Richard feared that Mr. Sands might be again immersed in his cups. That follower of Franklin rea.s.sured him.
"The report is there all right," he observed, "only we can"t read it out here in the light. Now if we could find a dark room, one with a window, I"d show you what I mean."
Richard returned to Mr. Gwynn"s. Before they entered he gave Mr. Sands a perfecto. The latter, who knew a good cigar from smoking many bad ones, threw away the devastator and lighted Richard"s. He rolled it from one corner of his mouth to the other, sucked it tentatively, then pa.s.sed the fire end beneath his nose after the manner of a connoisseur. His experiments exhausted, he p.r.o.nounced it a "corker."
Richard conveyed Mr. Sands to his own apartments. The front window was what Mr. Sands required. He pinned the slips to the top of the lower sash. As the depended slips were brought with their backs to the light, Mr. Sands showed Richard how they were in the nature of stencils, the white light showing through in printed words. Richard was dumb; it was a kind of prodigy. He read the stencils, beginning at the top of the one which Mr. Sands said was the "lead."
[Ill.u.s.tration: It was a Kind of Prodigy]
"The report is set in minion," explained Mr. Sands, "and with this light you can read it plain as ink."
Richard discovered the truth of what Mr. Sands averred; here indeed was Senator Hanway"s Northern Consolidated report, and as readily made out as though printed in a book.
"This is the idea," vouchsafed Mr. Sands, who saw that Richard was warm for explanations. "The boss gave out the report in little "takes" of about fifty words each. That was because it must be kept secret. Fifty printers set it up; then the boss locked the galleys in the strong room.
No one except the boss himself had had a glimpse of it. Of course, that made me the more eager to nail it; anything a fellow wants to hide is bound to be big news, d"ye see. Now I"m the man who takes the proofs, and this morning the boss tells me that Senator Hanway wants a copy--one proof, no more. The boss goes to the strong room and brings the galleys to the proof-press. I"m ready for him; I"ve dampened two sheets of proof-paper and pasted them together. I spread both of them on the types. After I"ve sent the roller over them, I peel the sheets apart and throw the white one, the one that was on top, on the floor. The bottom one that has the ink-impression on it I pa.s.s to the boss. He sees me peel the top sheet off, and it rouses his suspicions.
""What"s that for?" he asks.
"I"m filling my pipe as calm as duck-ponds, and explain that the proof-press in which the galley lies is too deep. It takes two thicknesses to force the sheet down on the face of the types and get a good impression. The boss is only a politician, not a printer, so this explanation does him. While he"s locking up the galleys again, I get away with these. You see, with two thicknesses of paper, the types cut through; it makes a stencil of it. With a little light behind, the stencil shows up as well as a regular proof. After I"d got organized, I took a day off, clapped a "sub" on my stool, and headed for you. As I"ve said, it struck me like a big piece of news."
"It"s bigger than you know, Mr. Sands," observed Richard, giving that worthy"s hand a squeeze that made him flinch. "If you don"t mind, I"ll not use it as news. You will not mention the fact, but there"s a deal on in Wall Street; I can do better with it there. I cannot thank you too much for what you"ve done."
Mr. Sands was pleased, and departed for the nearest rum counter, his face expressing complacency. He had partly evened up, he said, for what Richard did the night that he, Mr. Sands, became entangled with the Hottentots. He, Mr. Sands, would lie in ambush for further scoops; he could promise Richard everything in the Government printing office which any statesman was trying to conceal.
Richard drew his desk before the window and, reading the stencils line by line, made a perfect copy. As his pen swept across the paper he reflected on the deceitfulness of Senator Hanway, who, with the report written out in full, was for having him think that the committee would not conclude its labors for weeks.
"What a mendacious ingrate it is!" thought Richard.
Mr. Bayard had taken the ten-o"clock limited for New York that identical morning. Richard caught a train a trifle after one, wiring Mr. Bayard to meet him at the hotel. They would have dinner together. To make sure of Mr. Bayard, Richard"s message read:
"I have that report. You were right."