The Substitute Millionaire — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Substitute Millionaire
John Stuart Mill · en
"He let on that he was one of the leading Reds of the country, a kid of
supreme grand master with the entrée to every lodge. He said he wasn't
going to betray any of his comrades, but that with my help, if I was
willing, he would draw their teeth, so to speak, by giving warning to
their intended victims.
"Well, I wasn't in a philanthropic mood myself, being as I had so much
trouble already to make ends meet, and I didn't want to invite trouble
with the Reds or anybody else, so at first I was cool to his scheme.
But as he talked on I began to wake up to the possibilities.
"Well, sir, we began to dope out the scheme of Eureka right then, or
rather, he doped it out and I listened with big ears. He had it all
thought out before he came. When he talked about getting all the
millionaires to subscribe for personal protection, I saw a happy future
opening up. The best of it was, it was absolutely bona fide, and on
the level; we really had something to sell them, for my friend, as I
say, had the entrée to every anarchistic circle in the country, and was
prepared to furnish me with full information of any plot they laid
against a rich man."
"The only thing we stuck on was the division of the proceeds. He
demanded seventy-five per cent. I tried to laugh him down--but it
didn't get across. He wasn't a man you could get gay with. He had an
eye that fixed you like a brad-awl.
"'You forget,' he said, 'that I'm the one who supplies the essential
thing. I could get any one of a hundred detective agencies for the
rest.'
"I tried to bluff him a bit. 'Not after you've opened it to me,' I
said. 'I could queer it!'
"'You won't do that,' he said very quiet. And, by Gad, when he fixed
me with those eyes, I thought of a dozen horrible deaths I might die,
and I knew that I couldn't split on him if I wanted to. A wonderful
man. In the end I had to accept his hard terms.
"Well, that's all. From the start it worked like a charm. With the
horrible death of Ames Benton fresh in their minds, the millionaires
fell all over themselves to subscribe for protection. We started at a
moderate figure, and gradually jacked up their dues. You'd open your
eyes if I told you the amount of money that passes through this little
office every month."
"Give me an idea," said Jack.
"That's something I'll never tell any man," said Anderson with a
slightly drunken leer.
"Do you only operate in the city here?"
"Yes. He may have other agencies outside. He may have other agencies
right here in town for all I know. It was part of our agreement that I
was to approach nobody except the men whose names he furnished. I
haven't all the millionaires on my books by a long sight."
"Do you mean to tell me you've been in business with this man for three
years and don't even know his right name?"
"It's a fact, and what's more I've never laid eyes on him from that day
to this."
"Come off!" said Jack incredulously.