"At two o'clock," said Margrave decisively, as the knocking at the door was renewed. He gathered up his certificates and prepared to leave. Saxton, standing with Fenton in the dark hall, referred to his watch again. "Shall we go in?" he asked. The lawyer dropped the knob of the door and drew back out of the way. "It's too bad it's glass," said Saxton, setting his shoulder against the wooden frame over the lock. The lock held, but the door bent away from it. He braced his feet and drove his shoulder harder into the corner, at the same time pressing his hip against the lock. It refused to yield, but the glass cracked, and finally half of it fell with a crash to the floor within. "Don't hurry yourselves, gentlemen," said Fenton, coolly, speaking through the ragged edges of broken glass. Saxton thrust his hand in to the catch and opened the door. "Why, it's only Fenton," called Margrave in a pleasant tone to his associates, who had effected their exits safely into a rear room. "It's only Fenton," continued the lawyer, stepping inside, "but I'll have to trouble you to wait a few minutes." "Oh, the meeting's adjourned, if that's what you want," said Margrave. "That won't go down," said Fenton, placing his package on the table. "You're old enough to know, Margrave, that one man can't hold a stockholders' meeting behind locked doors in a pigeon roost." "The meeting was held regular, at the hour and place advertised," said Margrave with dignity. "A majority of the stockholders were represented." "By you, I suppose," said Fenton, who had walked into the room followed by Saxton. "By me," said Margrave. He had not taken off his overcoat and he now began to button it about his portly figure. "How many shares have you?" asked the lawyer, seating himself on the edge of the table. "I suppose you think I'm working a bluff, but I've really got the stuff this time, Fenton. To be real decent with you I don't mind telling you that I've got exactly twenty-five hundred and ninety-seven shares of this stock. I guess that's a majority all right. Now one good turn deserves another; how much has Porter got? I don't care a damn, but I'd just like to know." He stood by the table and ostentatiously played with his certificates to make Fenton's humiliation all the keener. Margrave's associates stood at the back of the room and watched him admiringly. Fenton's bundle still lay on the table, and Saxton stood with his hands in his pockets watching events. There had been no chance for him to explain to Fenton his reasons for seeking the offices of the Traction Company and it had pleased Margrave to ignore his presence; Fenton paid no further attention to him. He wondered at Fenton's forbearance, and expected the lawyer to demolish Margrave, but Fenton said: "You are quite right, Margrave. I hold for Mr. Porter exactly twenty-three hundred and fifty shares." Margrave nodded patronizingly. "Just a little under the mark."