"No one."
"No confidential friend, eh?"
"None."
"No one who has access to your secrets? No--no--woman? Excuse me, Phil,"
he said, as a peculiar look pa.s.sed over Demorest"s face, "but this is business."
"No," he returned, with that gentleness that used to frighten them in the old days, "it"s ignorance. You fellows always say "Cherchez la femme" when you can"t say anything else. Come now," he went on more brightly, "look at the letter. Here"s a man, commercially educated, for he has used the usual business formulas, "on receipt of this," and "advices received," which I won"t merely say I don"t use, but which few but commercial men use. Next, here"s a man who uses slang, not only ineptly, but artificially, to give the letter the easy, familiar turn it hasn"t from beginning to end. I need only say, my dear Stacy, that I don"t write slang to you, but that n.o.body who understands slang ever writes it in that way. And then the knowledge of my opinion of Barker is such as might be gained from the reading of my letters by a person who couldn"t comprehend my feelings. Now, let me play inquisitor for a few moments. Has anybody access to my letters to YOU?"
"No one. I keep them locked up in a cabinet. I only make memorandums of your instructions, which I give to my clerks, but never your letters."
"But your clerks sometimes see you make memorandums from them?"
"Yes, but none of them have the ability to do this sort of thing, nor the opportunity of profiting by it."
"Has any woman--now this is not retaliation, my dear Jim, for I fancy I detect a woman"s cleverness and a woman"s stupidity in this forgery--any access to your secrets or my letters? A woman"s villainy is always effective for the moment, but always defective when probed."
The look of scorn which pa.s.sed over Stacy"s face was quite as distinct as Demorest"s previous protest, as he said contemptuously, "I"m not such a fool as to mix up petticoats with my business, whatever I do."
"Well, one thing more. I have told you that in my opinion the forger has a commercial education or style, that he doesn"t know me nor Barker, and don"t understand slang. Now, I have to add what must have occurred to you, Jim, that the forger is either a coward, or his object is not altogether mercenary: for the same ability displayed in this letter would on the signature alone--had it been on a check or draft--have drawn from your bank twenty times the amount concerned. Now, what is the actual loss by this forgery?"
"Very little; for you"ve got a good price for your stocks, considering the depreciation in realizing suddenly on so large an amount. I told my broker to sell slowly and in small quant.i.ties to avoid a panic. But the real loss is the control of the stock."
"But the amount I had was not enough to affect that," said Demorest.
"No, but I was carrying a large amount myself, and together we controlled the market, and now I have unloaded, too."
"You sold out! and with your doubts?" said Demorest.
"That"s just it," said Stacy, looking steadily at his companion"s face, "because I HAD doubts, and it won"t do for me to have them. I ought either to have disobeyed your letter and kept your stock and my own, or have done just what I did. I might have hedged on my own stock, but I don"t believe in hedging. There is no middle course to a man in my business if he wants to keep at the top. No great success, no great power, was ever created by it."
Demorest smiled. "Yet you accept the alternative also, which is ruin?"
"Precisely," said Stacy. "When you returned the other day you were bound to find me what I was or a beggar. But nothing between. However," he added, "this has nothing to do with the forgery, or," he smiled grimly, "everything to do with it. Hush! Barker is coming."
There was a quick step along the corridor approaching the room. The next moment the door flew open to the bounding step and laughing face of Barker. Whatever of thoughtfulness or despondency he had carried from the room with him was completely gone. With his amazing buoyancy and power of reaction he was there again in his usual frank, cheerful simplicity.
"I thought I"d come in and say goodnight," he began, with a laugh.
"I got Sta asleep after some high jinks we had together, and then I reckoned it wasn"t the square thing to leave just you two together, the first night you came. And I remembered I had some business to talk over, too, so I thought I"d chip in again and take a hand. It"s only the shank of the evening yet," he continued gayly, "and we ought to sit up at least long enough to see the old snow-line vanish, as we did in old times. But I say," he added suddenly, as he glanced from the one to the other, "you"ve been having it pretty strong already. Why, you both look as you did that night the backwater of the South Fork came into our cabin. What"s up?"
"Nothing," said Demorest hastily, as he caught a glance of Stacy"s impatient face. "Only all business is serious, Barker boy, though you don"t seem to feel it so."
"I reckon you"re right there," said Barker, with a chuckle. "People always laugh, of course, when I talk business, so it might make it a little livelier for you and more of a change if I chipped in now. Only I don"t know which you"ll do. Hand me a pipe. Well," he continued, filling the pipe Demorest shoved towards him, "you see, I was in Sacramento yesterday, and I went into Van Loo"s branch office, as I heard he was there, and I wanted to find out something about Kitty"s investments, which I don"t think he"s managing exactly right. He wasn"t there, however, but as I was waiting I heard his clerks talk about a drop in the Wheat Trust, and that there was a lot of it put upon the market.
They seemed to think that something had happened, and it was going down still further. Now I knew it was your pet scheme, and that Phil had a lot of shares in it, too, so I just slipped out and went to a broker"s and told him to buy all he could of it. And, by Jove! I was a little taken aback when I found what I was in for, for everybody seemed to have unloaded, and I found I hadn"t money enough to pay margins, but I knew that Demorest was here, and I reckoned on his seeing me through." He stopped and colored, but added hopefully, "I reckon I"m safe, anyway, for just as the thing was over those same clerks of Van Loo"s came bounding into the office to buy up everything. And offered to take it off my hands and pay the margins."
"And you?" said both men eagerly, and in a breath.
Barker stared at them, and reddened and paled by turns. "I held on," he stammered. "You see, boys"--
Both men had caught him by the arms. "How much have you got?" they said, shaking him as if to precipitate the answer.
"It"s a heap!" said Barker. "It"s a ghastly lot now I think of it. I"m afraid I"m in for fifty thousand, if a cent."
To his infinite astonishment and delight he was alternately hugged and tossed backwards and forwards between the two men quite in the fashion of the old days. Breathless but laughing, he at length gasped out, "What does it all mean?"
"Tell him everything, Jim,--EVERYTHING," said Demorest quickly.
Stacy briefly related the story of the forgery, and then laid the letter and its copy before him. But Barker only read the forgery.
"How could YOU, Stacy--one of the three partners of Heavy Tree--be deceived! Don"t you see it"s Phil"s handwriting--but it isn"t PHIL!"
"But have you any idea WHO it is?" said Stacy.
"Not me," said Barker, with widely opened eyes. "You see it must be somebody whom we are familiar with. I can"t imagine such a scoundrel."
"How did YOU know that Demorest had stock?" asked Stacy.
"He told me in one of his letters and advised me to go into it. But just then Kitty wanted money, I think, and I didn"t go in."
"I remember it," struck in Demorest. "But surely it was no secret. My name would be on the transfer books for any one to see."
"Not so," said Stacy quickly. "You were one of the original shareholders; there was no transfer, and the books as well as the shares of the company were in my hands."
"And your clerks?" added Demorest.
Stacy was silent. After a pause he asked, "Did anybody ever see that letter, Barker?"
"No one but myself and Kitty."
"And would she be likely to talk of it?" continued Stacy.
"Of course not. Why should she? Whom could she talk to?" Yet he stopped suddenly, and then with his characteristic reaction added, with a laugh, "Why no, certainly not."
"Of course, everybody knew that you had bought the shares at Sacramento?"
"Yes. Why, you know I told you the Van Loo clerks came to me and wanted to take it off my hands."
"Yes, I remember; the Van Loo clerks; they knew it, of course," said Stacy with a grim smile. "Well, boys," he said, with sudden alacrity, "I"m going to turn in, for by sun-up to-morrow I must be on my way to catch the first train at the Divide for "Frisco. We"ll hunt this thing down together, for I reckon we"re all concerned in it," he added, looking at the others, "and once more we"re partners as in the old times. Let us even say that I"ve given Barker"s signal or pa.s.sword," he added, with a laugh, "and we"ll stick together. Barker boy," he went on, grasping his younger partner"s hand, "your instinct has saved us this time; d----d if I don"t sometimes think it better than any other man"s sabe; only," he dropped his voice slightly, "I wish you had it in other things than FINANCE. Phil, I"ve a word to say to you alone before I go.
I may want you to follow me."
"But what can I do?" said Barker eagerly. "You"re not going to leave me out."
"You"ve done quite enough for us, old man," said Stacy, laying his hand on Barker"s shoulder. "And it may be for US to do something for YOU.
Trot off to bed now, like a good boy. I"ll keep you posted when the time comes."
Shoving the protesting and leave-taking Barker with paternal familiarity from the room, he closed the door and faced Demorest.