Gangsters -- Fiction; Rats -- Fiction; Short stories
The complaint of Moyer & Perkins was only one of a dozen similar ones
which reached the Chamber of Commerce that day. In a secluded room of
the Manufacturers' Club a dozen wealthy men met day after day, hearing
and weighing evidence against a hundred forms of racketeering which was
rapidly becoming a terrible and powerful enemy to the varied industries
of the Metropolis. Practically every business had been threatened and
more than one captain of industry blustered openly, but paid his weekly
tribute silently in order to protect his business, family, and home.
Up to this time the usual weapon had been the strong arm man and the
bomb. While these were bad enough, they were at least understood. When
it came to rats, it was different. Of course, everybody knew something
about rats--that they were supposed to be numerous around the river
fronts and warehouses--but on the other hand, rats were seldom seen in
daylight, and there were many New Yorkers who never saw one.
Not one of the dozen men had been raised on a farm and none had served
in the trenches during the World War. They did not understand rats, so,
they hesitated, and finally simply advised the merchants who had
received the rat letters to use their own judgement. As a result, some
paid tribute and some did not. There is no evidence to show that those
who paid were one hundred per cent free from rats in their warehouses,
but within a week there was ample proof that at least three wholesale
groceries and one laundry had been invaded overnight by rats in
sufficient quantity to cause thousands of dollars' worth of damages.
Moyer & Perkins heard the news and decided to pay another five thousand.
The Defense Committee of the Chamber of Commerce was called to an extra
meeting at the El Dorado Hotel. The owner of the hotel was one of the
Committee, a man who, so far, had taken a very inactive part in its
transactions. He did not waste time in giving the reason for the special
meeting.
"I was called on the telephone this morning," he explained. "The person
at the other end wanted to protect my hotel from rats for the small
compensation of twenty-five thousand dollars a week. He referred
casually to the three warehouses and one laundry that had been wrecked
last week. Right at the present time I have, on an average, twelve
hundred guests a night. They are here to be entertained, not to be
frightened by rats. But here is the point. If I yield, every other hotel
in the city will be placed in a similar position. Three hundred thousand
strangers are in the city every day. Suppose that ten hotels were
overrun with rats in one week and the fact was circulated in the press?
What would that cost the city?"
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