Lawyers -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; United States -- Social conditions -- 1865-1918 -- Fiction
"It hasn’t," he said. "It hasn’t any business significance whatever."
"Ah"—Forbes shook his head—"that’s what I thought, too. But it has.
Huber, this may mean the end of R. H. Forbes & Son. Think of it: it may
mean the end of the Business—a business that has been honorably
conducted by my family for three generations."
What such a catastrophe would mean to Forbes nobody knew better than
Luke, but how the Municipal Reform League could be concerned in it was
beyond guessing.
"Won’t you try to begin at the beginning?" said Luke. He was used to
getting coherent stories in preliminary interviews with incoherent
witnesses, and he fell into his professional manner.
"It’s this way." Forbes turned his gray eyes away and fumbled with an
ornament on the mantel-tree. "When you came into the Business, I had
several loans outstanding—the Business had. They were all well secured,
and you know how solid the concern’s always been. With the money you
put in and the earnings, I was able to take up some of them, but there
were the improvements and extensions made necessary by fresh competition
and the new inventions and the machine-trust’s raise of prices. Well, I
had to leave a loan outstanding at the East County National."
"Yes," said Luke encouragingly. "How much was it?"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand. It was a good deal, I know, but, you
see, when I negotiated it——"
"Never mind the reasons now. What were its terms?"
"It was a call-loan," said Forbes in a shaken voice.
Luke’s amazement conquered his reserve.
"What? And for two hundred and fifty thousand?"
"Yes. There was the competition. It was growing hot. The Business——"
"How did you ever arrange it?"
"I was surprised myself at the time to find it so easy, but I was too
glad to get it to ask questions. Now, I wish I had. I believe the bank
was influenced by some people that wanted to get us into trouble—want to
form a ready-made clothing trust."
"It’s incredible!" cried Luke. "Not one of the agents that I had look
into your business for me mentioned this."
"I didn’t know that, Huber." Forbes looked his appeal. "I ask you to
believe me."
"All right. It was my own fault. I should have asked you more
questions. What puzzles me is how this loan was concealed."
"It was at the request of the bank. They said it was so unusual that
they didn’t want it more widely known than was absolutely necessary, and
I agreed because of the credit of the Business. Now I believe it was
all a trap set by the men that want to form the trust."
Luke did not pause to waste reproaches over either his own stupid
blindness or Forbes’s culpable rashness. He pressed forward:
"And now they’re going to call the loan?"
Forbes bowed his head.
"And we can’t meet it?"
"If—if we tried, we could do it only by wrecking the Business."
"But we can go somewhere else. The East County isn’t the only bank in
New York."
"That is what I thought. It’s what I said."
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