Lawyers -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; United States -- Social conditions -- 1865-1918 -- Fiction
Forbes was swallowing a sob. "I said it to Osserman—that’s the
president—I said it to him himself."
"Well?" persisted Luke.
"Well"—Forbes’s eyes met Huber’s—"it wasn’t any use."
"Now, look here," said Luke. He put into his voice a calm that he did
not feel. "Try to tell me just what happened. I can’t advise you till
I know that, even if I’m not the business-fool I seem to have proved
myself to be. First of all, Osserman sent you some sort of word, didn’t
he?"
"Yes, of course."
"What was it?"
"It was a letter—just a personal letter."
"When did you get it?"
"About eleven this morning."
"So then you went over to the bank?"
"Yes."
"And asked to see this man Osserman?"
"Yes."
"And what did he say?"
"Well," he said—"I can’t tell you exactly; he was careful not to use
definite words; but careful to make his meaning clear."
"What was his meaning, then?"
"He said in effect that he understood you were interested in our
Business."
"What of it? That’s what I want to know, Forbes. What’s my interest in
your firm got to do with your standing at the East County National?"
"Oh, he didn’t say at first. At first he said he understood we were not
sound."
"So you told him he was mistaken and offered to show the books?"
"Of course I did." Forbes’s chin shot upward. "I told him that the
Forbes firm was one of the oldest and——"
"Yes, yes. And then he mentioned me. How did I hurt the firm’s
standing?"
"He was really very plausible about that. I must say, Huber, that he
rather opened my eyes to a phase of your political activities I hadn’t
before thought of."
"What phase?"
"To be quite frank, he called your public utterances wild. He said they
attacked credit and might shake it. He even intimated that if you were
elected, you’d go in for a course of action—you had pledged yourself to
go in for one that would upset credit altogether. And that’s true,
Huber." Forbes gained a certain confidence. "When you come to think of
it, the business interests of the city—I mean the sound conservative
business interests—ought not to be made to suffer for the sins of the
big financiers."
Luke recaptured his composure. His face relaxed; he looked lazy and
uninterested.
"So I suppose," he said, "that this banker asked you to tell me to get
out of the fight."
"Yes, but of course——"
"Really, that’s the highest testimony to the League’s strength that
we’ve had yet."
"Yes, but, of course, I told him I couldn’t do that."
"What did he say then?"
"He said he was afraid the City Chamberlain would withdraw all the city
funds on deposit at the East County if the bank kept on carrying a loan
you were interested in."
"And you took all this like a child?"
"I didn’t. You ought to know me better than that."
"What did you do?"
"I was indignant. I told you I was. I said I would not have a loan
from a concern that interfered with the political convictions of its
creditors. I said I would go somewhere else."
"Did you go?"
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