Foley"s eyes had fixed upon Baxter"s, and Baxter"s returned their gaze.
For several seconds the two stood looking at each other with expressionless faces, till the other three began to wonder. Then Baxter seemed to swallow something. "Won"t you please be seated, Mr. Foley," he said.
"Sure," said Foley in his first careless tone.
The five sat down. Foley again coolly scanned the committee. "Well?" he said.
The three looked at Baxter to open the conversation. He did not at once begin, and Foley took out his watch. "I can only give youse a few minutes, gents. I"ve got an engagement up town at four. So if there"s anything doin", s"pose we don"t waste no time in silent prayer."
"We want to talk over the strike with you," began Baxter.
"Really. If I"d known that now I"d "a" brought the committee along."
Murphy scowled at this navete. "We don"t want to talk to your committee."
"I"m n.o.body without the committee. The committee"s runnin" the strike."
"We merely desire to talk things over in a general way with you in your capacity as an individual," said Baxter quickly, to head off other remarks from Murphy.
"A general talk? Huh! Youse talk two hours; result--youse"ve talked two hours." He slowly rose and took his hat, covering a yawn with a bony hand. "Interestin". I"d like it if I had the time to spare. But I ain"t.
Well--so-long."
"Hold on!" cried Baxter hastily. Foley turned. "We thought that possibly, as the result of our talk, we might be able to reach some compromise for the settlement of the strike."
"If youse"ve got any plans, that"s different." Foley resumed his chair, resting an elbow on the table.
"But remember I"ve got another engagement, an" cut "em short."
There were five chairs in the room. Baxter had placed his own with its back to the window, and Foley"s so that the full light fell straight in the walking delegate"s face. His own face, in the shadow, was as though masked.
Baxter had now immediately before him the task of opening the way for Foley to make the desired demand. "This strike has been going on over five weeks now," he began, watching the walking delegate"s face for any expression significant that his words were having their effect. "You have been fixed in your position; we have been fixed in ours. Your union has lost about three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I won"t say how much we"ve lost. We both seem to be as firmly fixed in our determination as ever. The strike may last all summer. The question is, do we both want to keep on losing money--indefinitely?"
Foley did not take the opening. "That"s the question," he said blandly.
It was a few seconds before Baxter went on. "I judge that we do not. You have----"
"Excuse me," said Foley, rising, "but I got weak eyes, an" this light hurts "em. Suppose me an" youse changes chairs." He calmly stepped over to Baxter"s side and waited.
There was nothing for Baxter but to yield the seat, which he did. Foley sat down, tilted back against the window sill, and hooked his heels over a chair rung.
"Your union has perhaps a million dollars at stake," Baxter continued at the same even pitch. "We have--a great deal, and the owners stand to lose heavily. If by talking an hour we can devise a plan by which this can be saved, it"s worth while, is it not?"
"Sure. Speakin" as an individual, I"m willin" to talk twice as long for half as much," Foley drawled.
There was a silence. The three men, their elbows on the polished table, looked on as though spectators at a play.
"I wonder if you have anything to propose?" asked Baxter guardedly.
"Me? I come to use my ears, not my tongue."
The two men watched each other narrowly. The advantage, if there could be advantage in the case of two faces under perfect control, was all with Foley. The contractor had caught no sign revealing whether his insinuative words were having effect.
"But you perhaps have thought of some plan that is worth considering,"
he went on.
Foley hesitated, for the first time. "Well--yes."
"What is it?"
"I----" He broke off, and seemed to listen with suspicion.
Baxter"s face quickened--the least trifle. The three men leaned further across the table, excitement tugging in their faces.
"You are perfectly safe," Baxter a.s.sured him. "No one can hear."
"The plan"s dead simple. But mebbe it"s occurred to youse."
"Go on!" said Baxter. The men hardly breathed.
"The quickest way o" settlin" the strike is for"--he paused--"youse bosses to give in."
Baxter"s face went a little pale. Something very like a snarl came from the spectators.
Foley gave a prolonged chuckle. "If youse"ll pay me for my time, I"m willin" to play tag in the dark so long"s the coin lasts. But if youse ain"t, come to business, or I"ll go."
"I don"t understand," returned Baxter blankly.
"Oh, tell the truth now an" then, Baxter. It sorter gives contrast to the other things youse say. Youse understand all right enough."
Baxter continued his blank look.
Foley laughed dryly. "Now why do youse keep up that little game with me, Baxter? But keep it up, if youse like it? It don"t fool no one, so where"s the harm. I see through youse all right, even if youse don"t understand me."
"Yes?"
"Mebbe youse"d like to have me tell youse why youse sent for me?"
There was no answer.
"I"ll tell then, since youse don"t seem to want to. I only expect to live till I"m seventy-five, so I ain"t got no time to waste on your way o" doin" business." Tilted at his ease against the window sill, he gave each of the four a slow glance from his sharp eyes. "Well, youse gents sent for me to see if I wouldn"t offer to sell out the strike."
This was hardly the manner in which the four had expected he would be led on to hold them up. There was a moment of suppressed disconcertment. Then Baxter remarked: "It seems to me that you are doing some very unwarranted guessing."
"I may be wrong, sure." A sardonic grin showed through the shadow-mask on his face. "Well, what did youse want to talk to me about then?"
Again there was a pause. The three twisted in uncomfortable suspense.
Baxter had the control of a bronze. "Suppose that was our purpose?" he asked quietly. "What would you say?"
"That"s pretty fair; youse"re gettin" out where there"s daylight," Foley approved. "I"d say youse was wastin" time. It can"t be done--even if anybody wanted it done."