By the way, if Doc Turner or any of that crowd back there makes any advances to you to buy your share of stock, sell it to them, and you"re a rank sucker if you take less than two hundred for it. Also tell them that you can get three other shares from the office force at the same price."
Billy, with great deliberation, took a pin from the lapel of his coat and pinned his hundred-dollar bill inside his inside vest pocket, then he winked prodigiously, and without another word withdrew.
"He"s a smart kid," said Blackie.
CHAPTER XII
WALLINGFORD IS FROZEN OUT OF THE MANAGEMENT OF HIS OWN COMPANY
In the old game of "pick or poe" one boy held out a pin, concealed between his fingers, and the other boy guessed whether the head or point was toward him. It was a great study in psychology. The boy who held the pin had to do as much guessing as the other one. Having held forward heads the first time, should he reverse the pin the second time, or repeat heads? In so far as one of the two boys correctly gaged the elaborateness of the other"s mental process he was winner.
At the age when he played this game Wallingford usually had all the pins in school. Now he was out-guessing the Doc Turner crowd. He had foreseen every step in their mental process; he had foreseen that they would start an opposition company; he had foreseen their extravagant belief in his "pull," knowing what he did of their previous experience, and he had foreseen that now they would offer to buy up the stock held by his office force, so as to secure control, before opening fresh negotiations for the stock he had offered them.
That very night Doc Turner called at the house of Billy Whipple to ask where he could get a good bird-dog, young Whipple being known as a gifted amateur in dogs. Billy, nothing loath, took Doc out to the kennel, where, by a fortunate coincidence, of which Mr. Turner had known nothing, of course, he happened to have a fine set of puppies.
These Mr. Turner admired in a more or less perfunctory fashion.
"By the way, Billy," he by and by inquired, "how do you like your position?"
"Oh, so-so," replied Billy. "The job looks good to me. Wallingford has started a very successful business."
"How much does he pay you?"
Billy reflected. It was easy enough to let a lie slip off his tongue, but Turner had access to the books.
"Twenty-five dollars a week," he said.
"You owe a lot to Wallingford," observed Mr. Turner. "It"s the best pay you ever drew."
"Yes, it is pretty good," admitted Billy; "but I don"t owe Wallingford any more than I owe myself."
In the dark Mr. Turner slowly placed his palms together.
"You"re a bright boy," said Mr. Turner. "Billy, I don"t like to see a stranger come in here and gobble up the community"s money. It ought to stay in the hands of home folks. I"d like to get control of that business. If you"ll sell me your share of stock I might be able to handle it, and if I can I"ll advance your wages to thirty-five dollars a week."
"You"re a far pleasanter man than Wallingford," said Billy amiably.
"You"re a smarter man, a better man, a handsomer man! When do we start on that thirty-five?"
"Very quickly, Billy, if you feel that way about it." And the friction of Mr. Turner"s palms was perfectly audible. "Then I can have your share of stock?"
"You most certainly can, and I"ll guarantee to buy up three other shares in the office if you want them."
"Good!" exclaimed Turner, not having expected to accomplish so much of his object so easily. "The minute you lay me down those four shares I"ll hand you four hundred dollars."
"Eight," Billy calmly corrected him. "Those shares are worth a hundred dollars apiece any place now. Mine"s worth more than two hundred to me."
"Nonsense," protested the other. "Tell you what I"ll do, though. I"ll pay you two hundred dollars for your share and a hundred dollars apiece for the others."
"Two," insisted Billy. "We"ve talked it all over in the office, and we"ve agreed to pool our stock and stand out for two hundred apiece, if anybody wants it. As a matter of fact, I have all four shares in my possession at this moment," and he displayed the certificates, holding up his lantern so that Turner could see them.
The sight of the actual stock, the three other shares which the astute Billy had secured on the promise of a hundred and fifty dollars per share immediately after Wallingford"s pointer, clenched the business.
It was scarcely as much a shock to Wallingford as the Turner crowd had expected it to be when those gentlemen, having purchased four hundred and ninety-nine shares of Wallingford"s stock at his own price, sat in the new stock-holders" meeting, at the reorganization upon which they had insisted, with five hundred and three shares, and J. Rufus made but feeble protest when the five of them, voting themselves into the directorate, decided to put the founder of the company on an extremely meager salary as a.s.sistant manager, and Mr. Turner on a slightly larger salary as chief manager.
"There"s no use of saying anything," he concluded philosophically.
"You gentlemen have played a very clever game and I lose; that"s all there is to it."
He thereupon took up the burden of the work and pushed through the matter of new memberships and of collections with a vigor and ability that could not but commend itself to his employers. The second week"s collections were now coming in, and it was during the following week that a large hollow wheel with a handle and crank, mounted on an axle like a patent churn, was brought into the now vacated room of the defunct People"s Cooperative Bond and Loan Company.
"What"s this thing for?" asked Wallingford, inspecting it curiously.
"The drawing," whispered Doc Turner.
"What drawing?"
"The loans."
"You don"t mean to say that you"re going to conduct this as a lottery?" protested Wallingford, shocked and even distressed.
"Sh! Don"t use that word," cautioned Turner. "Not even among ourselves. You might use it in the wrong place some time."
"Why not use the word?" Wallingford indignantly wanted to know.
"That"s what you"re preparing to do! I told you in the first place that this was not by any means to be considered as a lottery; that it was not to have any of the features of a lottery. Moreover, I shall not permit it to be conducted as a lottery!"
Doc Turner leaned against the side of the big wooden wheel and stared at Wallingford in consternation.
"What"s the matter with you?" he demanded. "Have you gone crazy, or what?"
"Sane enough that I don"t intend to be connected with a lottery! I have conscientious scruples about it."
"May I ask, then, how you propose to decide these so-called loans?"
inquired Turner, with palm-rubbing agitation.
"Examine the records of the men who have made application," explained Wallingford; "find out their respective reputations for honesty, reliability and prompt payment, and place the different loans, according to that information, in as many different towns as possible."
Doc Turner gazed at him in scorn for a full minute.
"You"re a d.a.m.ned fool!" he declared. "Why, you yourself intended to conduct this as a secret society, and I had intended to have representatives from at least three of the lodges attend each drawing."
To this Wallingford made no reply, and Turner, to ease his mind, locked the door on the lottery-wheel and went in to open the mail. It always soothed him to take money from envelopes. A great many of the letters pertaining to the business of the company were addressed to Wallingford in person, and Turner slit open all such letters as a matter of course. Half-way down the pile he opened one, addressed to Wallingford, which made him gasp and re-read. The letter read:
DEAR JIM:
They have found out your new name and where you are, and unless you get out of town on the first train they"ll arrest you sure. I don"t need to remind you that they don"t hold manslaughter as a light offense in Ma.s.sachusetts.
Let me know your new name and address as soon as you have got safely away.