Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
But Simpson was out of the city for a period of ten days, and
Mollenhauer, having in mind the suggestion made by Butler in regard to
utilizing Cowperwood’s misdeed for the benefit of the party, had
already moved as they had planned. The letters were ready and waiting.
Indeed, since the conference, the smaller politicians, taking their cue
from the overlords, had been industriously spreading the story of the
sixty-thousand-dollar check, and insisting that the burden of guilt for
the treasury defalcation, if any, lay on the banker. The moment
Mollenhauer laid eyes on Cowperwood he realized, however, that he had a
powerful personality to deal with. Cowperwood gave no evidence of
fright. He merely stated, in his bland way, that he had been in the
habit of borrowing money from the city treasury at a low rate of
interest, and that this panic had involved him so that he could not
possibly return it at present.
“I have heard rumors, Mr. Mollenhauer,” he said, “to the effect that
some charge is to be brought against me as a partner with Mr. Stener in
this matter; but I am hoping that the city will not do that, and I
thought I might enlist your influence to prevent it. My affairs are not
in a bad way at all, if I had a little time to arrange matters. I am
making all of my creditors an offer of fifty cents on the dollar now,
and giving notes at one, two, and three years; but in this matter of
the city treasury loans, if I could come to terms, I would be glad to
make it a hundred cents—only I would want a little more time. Stocks
are bound to recover, as you know, and, barring my losses at this time,
I will be all right. I realize that the matter has gone pretty far
already. The newspapers are likely to start talking at any time, unless
they are stopped by those who can control them.” (He looked at
Mollenhauer in a complimentary way.) “But if I could be kept out of the
general proceedings as much as possible, my standing would not be
injured, and I would have a better chance of getting on my feet. It
would be better for the city, for then I could certainly pay it what I
owe it.” He smiled his most winsome and engaging smile. And Mollenhauer
seeing him for the first time, was not unimpressed. Indeed he looked at
this young financial David with an interested eye. If he could have
seen a way to accept this proposition of Cowperwood’s, so that the
money offered would have been eventually payable to him, and if
Cowperwood had had any reasonable prospect of getting on his feet soon,
he would have considered carefully what he had to say. For then
Cowperwood could have assigned his recovered property to him. As it
was, there was small likelihood of this situation ever being
straightened out. The Citizens’ Municipal Reform Association, from all
he could hear, was already on the move—investigating, or about to, and
once they had set their hands to this, would unquestionably follow it
closely to the end.
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