celui qui sait attendre.”
“If you think that Herr von Holzen is a philanthropist, my dear,” said Marguerite Wade2, sententiously, “that is exactly where your toes turn in.”
She addressed this remark to Joan Ferriby, whose eyes were certainly veiled by that cloak of charity which the kind-hearted are ever ready to throw over the sins of others. The two girls were sitting in the quiet old-world garden of the hotel, beneath the shade of tall trees, within the peaceful sound of the cooing doves on the tiled roof. Major White was sitting within earshot, looking bulky and solemn in his light tweed suit and felt hat. The major had given up appearances long ago, but no man surpassed him in cleanliness and that well-groomed air which distinguishes men of his cloth. He was reading a newspaper, and from time to time glanced at his companions, more especially, perhaps, at Joan.
“Major White,” said Marguerite. “Yes.”
“Greengage, please.”
The greengages were on a table at the major's elbow, having been placed there at Marguerite's command by the waiter who attended them at breakfast. White made ready to pass the dish.
“Fingers,” said Marguerite. “Heave one over.”
White selected one with an air of solemn resignation. Marguerite caught the greengage as neatly3 as it was thrown.
“What do you think of Herr von Holzen?” she asked.
“To think,” replied the Major, “certain requisites4 are necessary.”
“Um—m.”
“I do not know Herr von Holzen, and I have nothing to think with,” he explained gravely.
“Well, you soon will know him, and I dare say if you tried you would find that you are not so stupid as you pretend to be. You are going down to the works this morning with Papa and Tony Cornish. I know that, because papa told me.”
The Major looked at her with his air of philosophic5 surprise. She held up her hand for a catch, and with resignation he threw her another greengage.
“Tony is going to call for you in a carriage at ten o'clock, and you three old gentlemen are going to drive in an open barouche with cigars, like a bean feast, to the malgamite works.”
“The description is fairly accurate,” admitted Major White, without looking up from his paper.
“And I imagine you are going to raise—Hail Columbia!”
He looked at her severely6 through his glass, and said nothing. She nodded in a friendly and encouraging manner, as if to intimate that he had her entire approval.
“Take my word for it,” she continued, turning to Joan, “Herr von Holzen is a shady customer. I know a shady customer when I see him. I never thought much of the malgamite business, you know, but unfortunately nobody asked my opinion on the matter. I wonder——” She paused, looking thoughtfully at Major White, who presently met her glance with a stolid7 stare. “Of course!” she said, in a final voice. “I forgot. You never think. You can't. Oh no!”
“It is so easy to misjudge people,” pleaded Joan, earnestly.
“It is much easier to see right through them, straight off, in the twinkling of a bedpost,” asserted Marguerite. “You will see, Herr von Holzen is wrong and Tony is right. And Tony will smash him up. You will see. Tony”—she paused, and looked up at the roof where the doves were cooing—“Tony knows his way about.”
Major White rose and laid aside his paper. Mr. Wade was coming down the iron steps that led from the verandah to the garden. The banker was cutting a cigar, and wore a placid8, comfortable look, as if he had breakfasted well. Even as regards kidneys and bacon in a foreign hotel, where there is a will there is a way, and Marguerite possessed9 tongues. “I'll turn this place inside out,” she had said, “to get the old thing what he wants.” Then she attacked the waiter in fluent German.
Marguerite noted10 his approach with a protecting eye. “It's all solid common sense,” she said in an undertone to Joan, referring, it would appear, to his bulk.
In only one respect was she misinformed as to the arrangements for the morning. Tony Cornish was not coming to the hotel to fetch Mr. Wade and White, but was to meet them in the shadiest of all thoroughfares and green canals, the Koninginne Gracht, where at midday the shadows cast by the great trees are so deep that daylight scarcely penetrates11, and the boats creep to and fro like shadows. This amendment12 had been made in view of the fact that Lord Ferriby was in the hotel, and was, indeed, at this moment partaking of a solemn breakfast in his private sitting-room13 overlooking the Toornoifeld.
His lordship did not, therefore, see these two solid pillars of the British constitution walk across the corner of the Korte Voorhout, cigar in lip, in a placid silence begotten14, perhaps, of the knowledge that, should an emergency arise, they were of a material that would arise to meet it.
Cornish was awaiting them by the bank of the canal. He was watching a boat slowly work its way past him. It was one of the large boats built for traffic on the greater canals and the open waters of the Scheldt estuary15. It was laden16 from end to end with little square boxes bearing only a number and a port mark in black stencil17. A pleasant odor of sealing-wax dominated the weedy smell of the canal.
“Wherever you turn you meet the stuff,” was Cornish's greeting to the two Englishmen.
Major White, with his delicate sense of smell, sniffed18 the breeze. Mr. Wade looked at the canal-boat with a nod. Commercial enterprise, and, above all, commercial success, commanded his honest respect.
They entered the carriage awaiting them beneath the trees. Cornish was, as usual, quick and eager, a different type from his companions, who were not brilliant as he was, nor polished.
They found the gates of the malgamite works shut, but the door-keeper, knowing Cornish to be a person of authority, threw them open and directed the driver to wait outside till the gentlemen should return. The works were quiet and every door was closed.
“Is it mixing-day?” asked Cornish.
“Every day is mixing-day now, mein Herr, and there are some who work all night as well. If the gentlemen will wait a moment, I will seek Herr Roden.”
And he left them standing19 beneath the brilliant sun in the open space between the gate and the cottage where Von Holzen lived. In a few moments he returned, accompanied by Percy Roden, who emerged from the office in his shirt-sleeves, pen in hand. He shook hands with Cornish and White, glanced at Mr. Wade, and half bowed. He did not seem glad to see them.
“We want to look at your books,” said Cornish. “I suppose you will make no objection?” Roden bit his moustache and looked at the point of his pen.
“You and Major White?” he suggested.
“My name is Wade,” answered the banker, characteristically for himself.
Roden's face changed, and he glanced at the great financier with a keen interest.
“I have no objection,” he said after a moment's hesitation24. “If Von Holzen will agree. I will go and ask him.”
And they were left alone in the sunshine once more. Mr. Wade watched Roden as he walked towards the factory.
“Not the sort of man I expected,” he commented. “But he has the right shaped head for figures. He is shrewd enough to know that he cannot refuse, so gives in with a good grace.”
In a few minutes Von Holzen approached them, emerging from the factory alone. He bowed politely, but did not offer to shake hands. He had not seen Cornish since the evening when he had offered to make malgamite before him, and the experiment had taken such a deadly turn. He looked at him now and found his glance returned by an illegible25 smile. The question flashed through his mind and showed itself on his face as to why Roden had made such a mistake as to introduce a man like this into the Malgamite scheme. Von Holzen invited the gentlemen into the office. “It is small, but it will accommodate us,” he said, with a smile.
He drew forward chairs, and offered one to Cornish in particular, with a grim deference26. He seemed to have divined that their last meeting in this same office had been, by tacit understanding, kept a secret. There is for some men a certain satisfaction in antagonism27, and a stern regard for a strong foe28—which reached its culmination29, perhaps, in that Saxon knight30 who desired to be buried in the same chapel31 as his lifelong foe—between him, indeed, and the door—so that at the resurrection day they should not miss each other.
Von Holzen seemed to have somewhat of this feeling for Cornish. He offered him the best seat at the table. Roden was taking his books from a safe—huge ledgers33 bound in green pigskin, slim cash-books, cloth-bound journals. He named them as he laid them on the table before Mr. Wade. Major White looked at the great tomes with solemn and silent awe34. Mr. Wade was already fingering his gold pencil-case. He eyed the closed books with an anticipatory35 gleam of pleasure in his face—as a commander may eye the arrayed squadrons of the foe.
“It is, of course, understood that this audit36 is strictly37 in confidence?” said Von Holzen. “For your own satisfaction, and not in any sense for publication. It is a trade secret.”
“Of course,” answered Cornish, to whom the question had been addressed. “We trust to the honor of these gentlemen.”
Cornish looked up and met the speaker's grave eyes. “Yes,” he said.
Roden, having emptied the large safe, leant his shoulder against the iron mantelpiece and looked down at those seated at the table—especially at Mr. Wade. His hands were in his pockets; his face wore a careless smile. He had not resumed his coat, and the cleanliness of the books testified to the fact that he always worked in shirt-sleeves. It was a trick of the trade, which exonerated38 him from the necessity of apologizing.
Mr. Wade took the great ledgers, opened them, fluttered the pages with his fingers, and set them aside one after the other. Then Roden seemed to recollect39 something. He went to a drawer and took from it a packet of neatly folded papers held together by elastic40 rings. The top one he unfolded and laid on the table before Mr. Wade.
“Trial balance-sheet of 31st of March,” he said.
Mr. Wade glanced up and down the closely written columns, which were like copper-plate—an astounding41 mass of figures. The additions in the final column ran to six numerals. The banker folded the paper and laid it aside. Then, he turned to the slim cash-books, which he glanced at casually42. The journals he set aside without opening. He handled the books with a sort of skill showing that he knew how to lift them with the least exertion43, how to open them and close them and turn their stiff pages. The enormous mass of figures did not seem to appal44 him; the maze45 was straight enough beneath such skillful eyes. Finally, he turned to a small locked ledger32, of which the key was attached to Roden's watch-chain, who came forward and unlocked the book. Mr. Wade turned to the index at the beginning of the volume, found a certain account, and opened the book there. At the sight of the figures he raised his eyebrow22 and glanced up at Roden.
“Whew!” he exclaimed, beneath his breath. He had arrived at his destination—had torn the heart out of these great books. All in the room were watching his placid, shrewd old face. He studied the books for some time and then took a sheet of blank paper from a number of such attached by a string to a corner of the table. He reflected for some minutes, pushing the movable part of his gold pencil in and out pensively46 as he did so. Then he wrote a number of figures on the sheet of paper and handed it to Cornish. He closed the locked ledger with a snap. The audit of the malgamite books was over.
“It is a wonderful piece of single-handed bookkeeping,” he said to Roden.
Cornish was studying the paper set before him by the banker. The proceedings47 seemed to have been prearranged, for no word was exchanged. There was no consultation48 on either side. Finally, Cornish folded the paper and tore it into a hundred pieces in scrupulous49 adherence50 to Von Holzen's conditions. Mr. Wade was sitting back in his chair thoughtfully amusing himself with his gold pencil-case. Cornish looked at him for a moment, and then spoke51, addressing Von Holzen.
“We came here to make a final proposal to you,” he said; “to place before you, in fact, our ultimatum52. We do not pretend to conceal53 from you the fact that we are anxious to avoid all publicity54, all scandal. But if you drive us to it, we shall unhesitatingly face both in order to close these works. We do not want the Malgamite scheme to be dragged as a charity in the mud, because it will inevitably55 drag other charities with it. There are certain names connected with the scheme which we should prefer; moreover, to keep from the clutches of the cheaper democratic newspapers. We know the weakness of our position.
“And we know the strength of ours,” put in Von Holzen, quietly.
“Yes. We recognize that also. You have hitherto slipped in between international laws, and between the laws of men. Legally, we should have difficulty in getting at you, but it can be done. Financially——” He paused, and looked at Mr. Wade.
“Financially,” said the banker, without lifting his eyes from his pencil case, “we shall in the long run inevitably smash you—though the books are all right.”
Roden smiled, with his long white fingers at his moustache.
“From the figures supplied to me by Mr. Wade,” continued Cornish, “I see that there is an enormous profit lying idle—so large a profit that even between ourselves it is better not mentioned. There are, or there were yesterday, two hundred and ninety-two malgamite makers56 in active work.”
Von Holzen made an involuntary movement, and Cornish looked at him over the pile of books. “Oh!” he said, “I know that. And I know the number of deaths. Perhaps you have not kept count, but I have. From the figures supplied by Mr. Wade, I see, therefore, that we have sufficient to pension off these two hundred and ninety-two men and their families—giving each man one hundred and twenty pounds a year. We can also make provision for the widows and orphans57 out of the sum I propose to withdraw from the profits. There will then be left a sum representing two large fortunes—of say between three and four thousand a year each. Will you and Mr. Roden accept this sum, dividing it as you think fit, and hand over the works to me? We ask, you to take it—no questions asked, and go.”
“And Lord Ferriby?” suggested Von Holzen.
Major White made a sudden movement, but Cornish laid his hand quickly upon the soldier's arm.
“I will manage Lord Ferriby. What is your answer?”
“No,” replied Von Holzen, instantly, as if he had long known what the ultimatum would be.
Cornish turned interrogatively to Roden. His eyes urged Roden to accept.
“No,” was the reply.
Mr. Wade took out his large gold watch and looked at it.
“Then there is no need,” he said composedly, “to detain these gentlemen any longer.”
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