"So long," was the answer. "I"ll come around in a day or two, and we can arrange details."
The interview had been a hard one for Bridge, and it left him weak and nervous. When he sat down to supper at his boarding-house table that evening he had no appet.i.te. He went to bed early, but he did not sleep well, and the next morning found him exhausted by the interminable hours of dozing, uneasy half-consciousness. He spent the next day in hoping that Blaney would come, though he had no reason for expecting him so soon, and by night he was in worse condition than ever. He would have gone again to see Blaney had he dared, but he felt that such a proceeding would imperil the whole affair; he must wait for Blaney to make the next move.
Day followed day with no variation save that Bridge found the delay more and more nearly unbearable, and the week had dragged to an end and another begun before anything happened. On Sunday afternoon he started out for a walk, but he had not gone far when he met Blaney. To his surprise, the contractor looked as though the past week had been as hard for him as it had been for Bridge. His face looked thin and his eyes sunken and there were bristling uneven patches of sandy beard on his face. When he came up to Bridge he stopped.
"I suppose you"ve been looking for me," he said. "I"ve been staying right at home taking care of my kid; she"s had the scarlet fever."
"Louise?" asked Bridge, with real concern. "I hope she"s better."
"I guess she"ll pull through all right now," answered Blaney, "but she"s been pretty sick, and it"s kept me busy night and day. You see my wife can"t do much at nursing. But I tell you scarlet fever is no joke."
"I never had it," was the answer, "but I"m glad it"s come out all right.
By the way," he went on, as Blaney started to walk away, "when will you be able to talk over that business with me?"
"Why, now as well as at any time, I suppose," said Blaney, after a moment"s hesitation.
The contractor had an office near by, and at his suggestion they went there for their conference.
"How many men can you count?" he asked when they were seated.
Now that the period of forced inaction was over, and there was something important to do, Bridge forgot that his head was burning and his throat dry, and for the first time in three days he was able to think consecutively. For half an hour they figured their united strength and talked over the individual members of the Council. But at last Bridge said:--
"Before we go any further, I want to know more about this business. I"ve taken your word so far that we would be backed up all right, and I hope we are. But I can"t afford to be beaten, and if Weeks isn"t clean busted up, he"ll hound me to death. I"ve got to know more about this business."
Blaney looked out of the window. "Seems to me you"re pretty late with that talk about not going in," he said.
"I know I"ve committed myself to some extent without knowing just what I was getting into," answered Bridge, "but I won"t go any farther till some things are cleared up."
"What do you want to know?" asked Blaney.
"I want to know what you"re going to do. Voting that stock against Weeks won"t do any good. We can"t get him out all by ourselves."
"We aren"t all by ourselves. C. & S.C. are with us."
"That"s what I"m trying to get at. To what extent are they with us?"
Blaney hesitated. It had not been a part of his plan to tell of the prospective sale of the stock. He had meant to have the Council direct the voting of the stock for C. & S.C. faction, and then when they had committed themselves by this act, to urge upon them the necessity of selling out and to tempt them with the offer of par. But a glance at Bridge"s set face convinced him that the new ally meant what he said, and he knew too much already for the safety of the scheme unless he were furthering it.
"They"re with us to this extent," said Blaney, slowly. "They"re going to buy our stock."
"That"s all rot," said Bridge. "We can"t sell. M. & T."s a good investment now, and it"s getting better every day."
"Wait till I get through," interrupted Blaney, bent now on making an impression. "Don"t you think the Council would vote to sell at par?"
"What"s that got to do with it?"
"C. & S.C. are going to pay par, that"s all."
Bridge looked at him incredulously. "Then we"re to vote the stock as they dictate, just on the strength of their telling us they"ll pay par for it afterward. I"m afraid it"ll be a long time afterward. How do you know they aren"t playing us for suckers?"
"How do we know?" repeated Blaney. "I"m not quite as green as you think. I know because I"ve got it down in black and white. They can"t get around a contract like that."
Unlocking a drawer in his desk, he drew out a sheet of paper which he thrust into Bridge"s hands. "Read it," he said.
Bridge read it through once and then again; it was briefly worded, and he had no difficulty in remembering it. As he laid the paper down he was conscious of a violent throbbing in his head, and he shivered as though an icy breeze had blown upon him. He rose uncertainly from his chair and moved toward the door.
"What"s the matter?" demanded Blaney. "Where are you going?"
"I don"t feel very well," said Bridge. "I think I"ll go home and go to bed."
When he reached the foot of the stairs, however, he turned not toward his room, but toward the railway station; for in his mind there was a confused purpose of going to Chicago immediately and telling Jim Weeks exactly what he had found out.
Scarlet fever is not ordinarily a man"s disease, but it had fallen upon Bridge. He had exposed himself to it on the evening when he went to Blaney"s house to make the preliminary move in his game; and now after the five days of tense inaction it attacked him furiously.
He was in a raging fever when he left Blaney"s office, but he did not realize it, borne up as he was by the excitement of winning. There could be no doubt that he had done as good a stroke of work for himself as for Jim Weeks, for Jim was not the man to let the merit of his lieutenants go unrecognized. He felt sure that Jim would win the fight, even with C. & S.C. against him, and though he had not recognized the worthlessness of the contract Blaney held, he was confident that Jim could use his knowledge of the existence of such a contract with telling effect.
As he walked on, the exhilaration of his triumph died out of him, and his steps faltered and his sight became untrustworthy. He realized that he was not fit for travelling, and reluctantly he turned back to his room. He was a long time in reaching it, and when he staggered in and dropped into an easy-chair he knew that he was a very sick man. With a foreboding of the delirium that was coming upon him he gathered himself together for a final effort and scrawled a copy of the contract upon a slip of paper. With shaking hands he folded it and crammed it into an inner pocket; then he rose and moved slowly toward the bed. He fell twice in the short distance, but he kept on, and his head sank back in the pillows before consciousness forsook him.
CHAPTER XII
KATHERINE
As Katherine drove home alone on Sunday morning she was troubled. In aiding Harvey to catch the train for Manchester she had acted upon the veriest impulse, and Katherine liked to imagine herself a very cool and self-possessed young woman. Slowly it dawned upon her that by helping Harvey she had set her hand against her own father. In an impersonal way she had realized this, but Harvey"s presence had filled her thoughts, and she had not allowed herself time to consider. And now that the cooler afterthoughts had come she was almost as indignant with herself for showing such open interest in Harvey as for hurting her father"s cause.
Then she grew startled to realize that even in her thoughts she was placing this man before her father. Harvey was not a fool. He would see that she had been disloyal, and he would cease to respect her. She wondered if she was disloyal.
On reaching home she hurried to her room and sat down by the open window, looking out over the lawn that sloped down to the road. Harvey would think her weak, and would feel that he could sway her from her strongest duty.
The day was bright. Far in the distance she could see a bend of the river.
There was no sound, no life; the rolling country stretched away in idle waves, the checkered farms lay quiet in the sun, over all was the calm of a country Sunday. Her eyes wandered and she closed them, resting her fingers on the lids. Life was serious to Katherine. Since her early teens she had lived without a mother, and the result of her forced independence was a p.r.o.nounced and early womanhood. She had learned her lessons from experience and had learned them with double force. She had never been in love, and save for a very few youthful flutterings had never given the idea a concrete form; and now that she should manifest such weakness before Harvey partly alarmed her. She suspected that he loved her, but would not permit herself to return it. She knew too little about him, and, besides, her first duty was with her father. She had yielded to impulse, but it was not too late to reconsider. She had aided the enemy by a positive act; she would do as much for her father. With firm eyes she rose and went downstairs, fully decided to investigate the matter until she could discover a means of throwing her energy against Weeks and Harvey.
During the next two days her determination grew. Mr. Porter was in Chicago and Manchester, and was not expected home immediately, so Katherine had plenty of time for thinking. She drove a great deal, went around the links every morning, and tried to read. It did not occur to her that her effort was not so much to side with her duty as to crowd down the thoughts of Harvey that would steal into her mind. She permitted herself no leeway in the matter, but kept resolutely to her decision.
Tuesday afternoon she drove until quite late, and returning found her father and McNally awaiting dinner. Although she was quicker than usual in her efforts to entertain their guest, the meal was hurried and uncomfortable. When in repose McNally"s face was clouded, and the occasional spells of interest into which he somewhat studiously aroused himself could not conceal his general inattention. Her father, too, was preoccupied, and was so abrupt in his conversation as to leave small trace of the easy lightness of manner that Katherine had always known.
After dinner Katherine excused herself, and stepped out through the long window that opened on the veranda. Evidently a crisis had come, and she wished that an opportunity would arise through which she might join their discussion. Just outside of the library window she sat down on a steamer chair and gazed up at the dark ma.s.ses of the trees, the thinning tops of which were at once darkened and relieved by the last red of the western sky.
"Yes, Porter, they kicked me out. My men and I made a stiff fight for it, but they outnumbered us."
At the sound of McNally"s voice Katherine started guiltily. It had not occurred to her that the matter would be discussed downstairs; usually her father"s private conversations were held in his den on the second floor.
She wondered whether she ought to make herself known.
Then she heard McNally again, answering a low-spoken question from her father.
"He was a good man, or perhaps you would call him a bad one. He was just getting down to work on the vault door when West and his gang of Pinkertons broke in on him and nailed him."