The Short Line War

Chapter 17

Mattison struck a match on his trousers leg, shielded it with his hands, then handed it to Harvey, who kneeled at the door and began to whirl the k.n.o.b. Before he was through the light was close to his fingers, and he held another match to the flame, taking care to light the wrong end. At last the lock clicked, and Harvey opened the door a few inches, then he whispered to Mattison, "If I whistle, you get down and I"ll drop the books."

He swung the door open, but stopped bewildered. Before him was the steel gate with the clanging bell. However, the risk must be run, so motioning Mattison to climb down he drew out his keys, and with a match ready in his hand he jerked the gate open and dashed into the vault. Striking the match, he quickly located the books he needed, carried them to the window and pitched them out. Then he heard a thud on the door. He threw one leg over the sill, but stopped--his coat was still on the transom. Some one was struggling to break in the door now, for it shook. Harvey sprang back, mounted the chair, and tore down his coat, tumbling to the floor, chair and all, with a clatter. A voice shouted, "Open the door, or I"ll shoot!"

but Harvey gave no heed. He ran to the window and literally fell down the ladder, filling his hands with slivers. There came a crash from above, and a muttered oath, and Harvey knew that the door had given way. He gave the ladder a shove, and as it fell upon the cobblestones with a great noise, he turned and sped up the alley after a dark figure that was already near to the corner.

He caught up with Mattison in the next block, and relieved him of half the load. Then for a long time they ran and doubled, fugitives from half a dozen detectives and a few lumbering policemen. At last Mattison turned up a dark alley in the residence district. Coming to a board fence, he threw the books over, then climbed after. Harvey followed, and found himself on a tennis court. Mattison led the way through the yard, past a dark house, and across the street to a roomy frame residence.

"Come in with me," he said to Harvey. "You can"t go back to the hotel now."

Harvey laughed nervously and nodded. Mattison opened the door with his night key, and with the heavy books in their arms the two burglars stole up to bed.

CHAPTER XI

A POLITICIAN

Any man whose interests are extensive and diverse has sooner or later to master the art of making other men work for him, and he must be content to trust the management of a great part of his affairs to other hands. Jim Weeks loved to keep a grasp even on the comparatively insignificant details of his business, but he showed wonderful insight in the selection of his lieutenants, and he could impart such momentum to his projects that they moved forward as he meant them to, though his own hand was not guiding them. Like other men accustomed to giving orders, he took it for granted that his directions would be carried out.

Bridge, the Tillman City alderman to whom he had intrusted the task of watching Blaney, had worked for Jim long enough to know that this affair was in his own hands, and that something more than obedience and zeal was expected of him. Though Jim"s words had been brief, it was easy to see that the matter was important; important enough to give Bridge a great opportunity. He wanted to make the most of it, and, in the excitement of laying his plans, the design for the stable was forgotten.

As the day wore on and his scheme crystallized, he fluctuated between a sort of exalted confidence and the depths of nervous depression. He was naturally a steady, humdrum sort of man, but he was planning to do an audacious thing. His chance had come, and he meant to take it. At last, just before supper time, he resolutely locked his office, and started out to see Blaney. He hesitated a second or two before the contractor"s house; then he ran up the steps and rang the bell.

The door was opened by a little girl, who peered up at him through the dusk with a child"s curiosity. Bridge knew her, but he was of that kind of bachelors who are embarra.s.sed in the presence of children.

"Good evening, Louise," he said. "Is your father home?"

"No, sir, he isn"t," she answered.

There was a moment of awkward silence, and then he stammered,--

"Well--good night." He bent down and gravely shook hands with her, and turned to go down the steps, but at that moment Blaney himself appeared.

"How are you?" he said. "Did you want to see me?"

"If you"ve got the time," said Bridge.

Blaney led the way into the house, and motioned Bridge to a seat in the parlor. He himself paused in the hall to swing Louise up to his shoulder and down again.

"What"s the matter with you to-night?" he asked. "You don"t seem to want to play. Are you sick?"

"A little," answered the child. "I"m kind of tired, and my head hurts."

He ran his thick hand through her red curls, and looked at her anxiously for a moment. Then he followed Bridge into the parlor.

"What can I do for you, Bridge?" he asked gruffly.

Bridge hesitated a moment; then he said, "Jim Weeks was in town this morning."

Blaney looked up sharply, and asked, "Did you see him?"

"Yes," answered the other. "That is, he came down to see me. You know the M. & T. election is coming pretty soon now, and he got the idea that our stock was going to be voted against him. He wanted me to fix it up so things would go his way in the Council, and I told him that I"d do what I could. I came around to you to see if your crowd were going to do anything about it."

The coolness of the inquiry almost stupefied Blaney, but he managed to speak.

"I"d like to know," he said, "what business that is of yours, anyway."

"It"s my business, right enough," said Bridge, easily. "I could ask the same question in Council meeting, but I thought it was best to talk it over with you quietly. There isn"t any good in trying to fight Jim Weeks, and I should think you"d know it. If ever a man had a cinch--"

"What are you up to, anyhow?" demanded Blaney, now thoroughly exasperated.

"Did you come around here to try to bulldoze me? Well, I"ll just tell you you may as well save your breath. Do you understand that? Weeks thinks he can come his old bluff down here, but he"s going to get fooled just once.

We"ve got the backing that"ll beat him. That"s all I"ve got to say to you."

"Well, I"ve got a little more to say to you," said Bridge. "I came around here on my own hook to find out whether you were just making your regular bluff or whether you meant to fight, and I"ve found out. And now I"m going to give you your choice. I"ll either give you the hottest sc.r.a.p you ever had, and make what I can out of Weeks by it, or I"ll go in with you so you can get your deal through quietly. You can take your choice."

"What the devil do you mean?"

"I mean just this. That if there"s any possible show of kicking that d.a.m.ned bully out of here so that he"ll never come back, I"d like to be in it. And I guess my services would be valuable."

"Look here," demanded Blaney, sharply. "What have you got against Weeks?"

"What have I got against him?" repeated Bridge. His face was flushed and his shining eyes and clenched hands testified to his excitement. "Hasn"t he made me pull his hot chestnuts off the fire for the last two years?

Hasn"t he held me up and made me pay a good rake-off from every deal I"ve been lucky enough to make a little on? And hasn"t he loaned me money until I don"t dare sign my own name without asking him if I can do it, and--" He stopped as though knowing he had gone too far; then he laughed nervously.

"It"s all right what I"ve got against him; that"s my business, I guess, but--"

Again the unfinished sentence was eloquent.

This time it was Blaney who broke the silence. "I guess," he said cautiously, "that if you want to tip Weeks over, you"ll find there"ll be some to help you."

Bridge laughed bitterly. "There are plenty who"d be glad enough to do it if they could. He"s had his grip on all of us long enough for that; but I"m afraid it"s no good. We can"t beat him. He"s got us in a vise."

"I don"t know about that," said Blaney.

"Why, man," exclaimed the other, "what can we do? And if we try to buck him and get left, he"ll squeeze the life out of us. You know that."

Blaney did know that, and Bridge"s words brought certain unpleasant consequences plainly before his mind. All the while Bridge was talking Blaney had been trying to find out what his motive was. He had always believed that Bridge was hand and glove with Weeks, and at the beginning he had suspected a trap. But what Bridge had said was entirely plausible; he had given himself away without reserve, and had frankly confessed that Weeks had been driving him. Bridge would be a valuable ally in the scheme Blaney wanted to put through. Jim was popular in Tillman, and if he were to be sold out to a corporation like C. & S.C., it would, as Bridge had hinted, be well for all parties concerned in the transfer that it should be accomplished as quietly as possible. Bridge was at the head of a compact and determined minority, and if he opposed the deal, he could make matters very uncomfortable for Blaney and his henchmen. But with Bridge on his side the field was clear and there could be no doubt as to the success of the scheme. The one thing that troubled Blaney was that Bridge might demand money; but there was no need of facing that issue yet, for Bridge had apparently not thought of it. "He"s just getting even for something,"

thought Blaney.

There was a long silence, which Blaney broke at last.

"We don"t have to buck him all by ourselves," he said. "We"re well backed.

C. & S.C. are behind us. Are you with us?"

Bridge answered him steadily. "I"ve been waiting for a chance like this for a year," he said. "You can count me in for all I"m worth."

He rose to go and held out his hand to Blaney. "Good night," he said, "and good luck to us."

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