"I haven"t time, thank you. To be frank, my mission is rather a delicate one, Mr. Underwood."
Underwood laughed nervously. Affecting to misinterpret the other"s meaning, he said:
"Yes, you"re right. The art and antique business is a delicate business.
G.o.d knows it"s a precarious one!" Reaching for the decanter, he added: "Have a drink."
But Mr. Bennington refused to unbend. The proffer of refreshment did not tempt him to swerve from the object of his mission. While Underwood was talking, trying to gain time, his eyes were taking in the contents of the apartment.
"Come, take a drink," urged Underwood again.
"No, thanks," replied Mr. Bennington curtly.
Suddenly he turned square around.
"Let"s get down to business, Mr. Underwood," he exclaimed. "My firm insists on the immediate return of their property." Pointing around the room, he added: "Everything, do you understand?"
Underwood was standing in the shadow of the lamp so his visitor did not notice that he had grown suddenly very white, and that his mouth twitched painfully.
"Why, what"s the trouble?" he stammered. "Haven"t you done a lot of business through me? Haven"t I got prices for your people that they would never have gotten?"
"Yes--we know all that," replied Mr. Bennington impatiently. "To be frank, Mr. Underwood, we"ve received information that you"ve sold many of the valuable articles entrusted to you for which you"ve made no accounting at all."
"That"s not true," exclaimed Underwood hotly. "I have accounted for almost everything. The rest of the things are here. Of course, there may be a few things----"
Taking a box of cigars from the desk, he offered it to his visitor.
"No, thanks," replied Bennington coldly, pushing back the proffered box.
Underwood was fast losing his self-control. Throwing away his cigar with an angry exclamation, he began to walk up and down.
"I can account for everything if you give me time. You must give me time. I"m hard pressed by my creditors. My expenses are enormous and collections exceedingly difficult. I have a large amount of money outstanding. After our pleasant business relations it seems absurd and most unfair that your firm should take this stand with me." He halted suddenly and faced Bennington. "Of course, I"m much obliged to you, personally, for this friendly tip."
Bennington shrugged his shoulders.
"The warning may give you time either to raise the money or to get the things back."
Underwood"s dark eyes flashed with suppressed wrath, as he retorted:
"Of course, I can get them all back in time. d.a.m.n it, you fellows don"t know what it costs to run this kind of business successfully! One has to spend a small fortune to keep up appearances. These society people won"t buy if they think you really need the money. I"ve had to give expensive dinners and spend money like water even to get them to come here and look at the things. You must give me time to make a settlement. I need at least a month."
Bennington shook his head. There was a hard, uncompromising look in his face as he replied caustically:
"They"re coming for the things to-morrow. I thought it fair to let you know. I can do no more."
Underwood stopped short.
"To-morrow," he echoed faintly.
"Yes," said Bennington grimly. "You might as well understand the situation thoroughly. The game"s up. The firm has been watching you for some time. When you tried to sell these things to old Defries for one-quarter their real value he instantly recognized where they came from. He telephoned straight to our place. You"ve been shadowed by detectives ever since. There"s a man outside watching this place now."
"My G.o.d!" exclaimed Underwood. "Why are they hounding me like this?"
Approaching Bennington quickly, he grasped his hand.
"Bennington," he said earnestly, "you and I"ve always been on the square. Can"t you tell them it"s all right? Can"t you get them to give me time?"
Before the manager could reply the telephone bell rang sharply.
Underwood started. An expression of fear came over his face. Perhaps the firm had already sworn out a warrant for his arrest. He picked up the receiver to answer the call.
"What name is that?" he demanded over the telephone. The name was repeated and with a gesture of relief he exclaimed:
"Howard Jeffries!--what on earth does he want? I can"t see him. Tell him I"m----"
Bennington took his hat and turned to go:
"Well, I must be off."
"Don"t go," exclaimed Underwood, as he hung up the receiver mechanically. "It"s only that infernal a.s.s Howard Jeffries!"
"I must," said the manager. As he went toward the door he made a close scrutiny of the walls as if searching for something that was not there.
Stopping short, he said:
"I don"t see the Velasquez."
"No--no," stammered Underwood nervously. "It"s out--out on probation.
Oh, it"s all right. I can account for everything."
Mr. Bennington continued his inspection.
"I don"t see the Gobelin tapestry," he said laconically.
"Oh, that"s all right, too, if they"ll only give me time," he cried desperately. "Good G.o.d, you don"t know what it means to me, Bennington!
The position I"ve made for myself will be swept away and----"
Mr. Bennington remained distant and unsympathetic and Underwood threw himself into a chair with a gesture of disgust.
"Sometimes I think I don"t care what happens," he exclaimed. "Things haven"t been going my way lately. I don"t care a hang whether school keeps or not. If they drive me to the wall I"ll do something desperate.
I"ll----"
A ring at the front door bell interrupted him.
"Who can that be?" he exclaimed startled. He looked closely at his companion, as if trying to read in his face if he were deceiving him.
"Probably your friend of the telephone," suggested Bennington.
Underwood opened the door and Howard entered jauntily.
"h.e.l.lo, fellers, how goes it?" was his jocular greeting.