"We can do no less than that," said Isaacs.
"Then you"ll try it without me!" Driscoll shouted. "I resign from this committee, and resign quick!"
He grabbed his hat from Baxter"s desk and stamped toward the door. Mr.
Baxter"s smooth voice stopped him as his hand was on the k.n.o.b.
"Even if you do withdraw, of course you"ll keep secret what we have proposed."
Driscoll gulped for a moment before he could speak; his face deepened its purplish red, and his eyes snapped and snapped. "d.a.m.n you, Baxter, what sort d"you think I am!" he exploded. "Of course!"
He opened the door, there was a furious slam, and he was gone.
The four men looked at each other questioningly. Baxter broke the silence. "A good fellow," he said with a touch of pity. "But his ideas are too inelastic for the business world."
"He ought to be runnin" a girls" boardin" school," commented Murphy.
"Perhaps it"s just as well he withdrew," said Baxter. "I take it we"re pretty much of one mind."
"Anything to settle the strike--that"s me," said Murphy. "Come on now, Baxter; give us the whole plan. Just handin" a roll over to Foley ain"t goin" to settle it. That"d do if it was his strike. But it ain"t. It"s the union"s--about three thousand men. How are you goin" to bring the union around?"
"The money brings Foley around; Foley brings the union around. It"s very simple."
"As simple as two and two makes seven," growled Murphy. "Give us the whole thing."
Baxter outlined his entire plan, as he expected it to work out.
"That sounds good," said Bobbs. "But are you certain we can buy Foley off?"
"Sure thing," replied Murphy, answering for Baxter. "If we offer him enough."
"How much do you think it"ll take?" asked Isaacs.
Baxter named a figure.
"So much as that!" cried Isaacs.
"That isn"t very much, coming from the a.s.sociation," said Baxter.
"You"re losing as much in a week as your a.s.sessment would come to."
"I suppose you want the whole a.s.sociation to know all about this,"
remarked Murphy.
"Only we four are to know anything."
"How"ll you get the a.s.sociation to give you the money then?" Murphy followed up.
"I can get the emergency fund increased. We have to give no account of that, you know."
"You seem to have thought o" everything, Baxter," Murphy admitted. "I say we can"t see Foley any too soon."
Bobbs and Isaacs approved this judgment heartily.
"I"ll write him, then, to meet us here to-morrow afternoon. There"s one more point now." He paused to hunt for a phrase. "Don"t you think the suggestion should--ah--come from him?"
The three men looked puzzled. "My mind don"t make the jump," said Murphy.
Baxter coughed. It was not very agreeable, this having to say things right out. "Don"t you see? If we make the offer, it"s--well, it"s bribery. But if we can open the way a little bit, and lead him on to make the demand, why we"re----"
"Held up, o" course!" supplied Murphy admiringly.
"Yes. In that case, if the negotiations with Foley come to nothing, or there is a break later, Foley can"t make capital out of it, as he might in the first case. We"re safe."
"We couldn"t help ourselves! We were held up!" Alderman Murphy could not restrain a joyous laugh, and he held out a red hairy hand. "Put "er there, Baxter! There was a time when I cla.s.sed you with the rest o" the reform bunch you stand with in politics--fit for nothin" but to wear white kid gloves and to tell people how good you are. But say, you"re the smoothest article I"ve met yet!"
Baxter, with hardly concealed reluctance, placed his soft slender hand in Murphy"s oily paw.
Chapter XXIV
BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
It had been hard for Baxter to broach his plan to the Executive Committee. The next step in the plan was far harder--to write the letter to Foley. His revolted pride upreared itself against this act, but his business sense forced him to go on with what he had begun. So he wrote the letter--not an easy task of itself, since the letter had to be so vague as to tell Foley nothing, and yet so luring as to secure his presence--and sent it to Foley"s house by messenger.
The next afternoon at a quarter past two the committee was again in Baxter"s office. Foley had been asked to come at half-past. The fifteen minutes before his expected arrival they spent in rehearsing the plan, so soon to be put to its severest test.
"I suppose you"ll do all the talking, Baxter," said Bobbs.
"Sure," answered Murphy. "It"s his game. I don"t like to give in that any man"s better than me, but when it comes to fine work o" this kind we ain"t one, two, three with Baxter."
Baxter took the compliment with unchanged face.
Foley was not on time. At two-forty he had not come, and that he would come at all began to be doubted. At two-fifty he had not arrived. At three none of the four really expected him.
"Let"s go," said Murphy. "He"d "a" been here on time if he was comin" at all. I ain"t goin" to waste my time waitin" on any walkin" delegate."
"Perhaps there has been some mistake--perhaps he didn"t get the letter,"
suggested Baxter. But his explanation did not satisfy himself; he had a growing fear that he had humiliated himself in vain, that Foley had got the letter and was laughing at him--a new humiliation greater even than the first. "But let"s wait a few minutes longer; he may come yet," he went on; and after a little persuasion the three consented to remain half an hour longer.
At quarter past three the office boy brought word that Foley was without. Baxter ordered that he be sent in, but before the boy could turn Foley walked through the open door, derby hat down over his eyes, hands in his trousers pockets. Baxter stood up, and the other three rose slowly after him.
"Good-afternoon, gents," Foley said carelessly, his eyes running rapidly from face to face. "D"I keep youse waitin"?"
"Only about an hour," growled Murphy.
"Is that so, now? Sorry. I always take a nap after lunch, an" I overslep" myself."