Love stories; Success -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
"Yes, but you've got a duty to me," he stormed, getting red in the face
again. "You can bet your life that if it hadn't been for you, I'd never
have been in this pickle. Come along now, Jim, I've got a lot of our
railroad people to go in on this. They depend absolutely on my judgment.
I'm a ruined man if I fail to show up at the meeting to-morrow with a
majority of these shares. It won't make any difference to Billy Porter
whether he wins out or not. He's got plenty of irons in the fire. I
don't know as a matter of fact that I need these shares; but I want to
be on the safe side. Does Porter know what you've got?"
Wheaton shook his head.
"Then what's the harm in selling them where you've got a chance, even if
you wasn't under any obligations to me? If you didn't know until I told
you that the old man was still on the hunt for this stuff, I don't see
that you're bound to wait for him to come around and ask you to sell to
him. How much shall I make it for?" He opened a drawer and pulled out
his check-book.
"They tell me Porter's pretty sick," Margrave continued, running the
stubs of the check-book through his thick thumb and forefinger. "Billy
isn't as young as he used to be. Very likely he'll never know you had
any Traction stock," he added significantly. "How much shall I make it
for, Jim?"
Wheaton walked over to the window and looked down into the street, while
Margrave watched him with pen in hand.
"How much shall I make it for?" he asked more sharply.
"You can't make it for anything, Mr. Margrave, and I want to say that
I'm very much disappointed in the way you've tried to get it from me."
Margrave swung around on him with an oath. But Wheaton went on,
speaking carefully.
"I can't imagine that the few shares of stock I hold can be of real
importance in deciding the control of this company. I don't say I won't
give you these shares, but I can't do it now."
Margrave's face grew red and purple as Wheaton walked toward the door.
"Maybe you think you can wring more out of Porter than you can out of
me. But, by God, I'll take this out of you and out of him, too, if I go
broke doing it."
CHAPTER XXVI
THE KEY TO A DILEMMA
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account