"The reason?" I repeated.
"Yes, the reason." He had caught my hand.
"Why--to down that tiger Trust--and beat Tausig."
He laughed.
"And that was all? Nonsense, Nance Olden, there was another reason.
There are other tiger trusts. Are you going to set up as a lady-errant
and right all syndicate wrongs? No, there was another, a bigger
reason, Nance. I'm going to tell it to you--what!"
I pulled my hand from his; but not before that fat waiter who'd come in
without our noticing had got something to grin about.
"Beg pardon, sir," he said. "This message must be for you, sir. It's
marked immediate, and no one else--"
Obermuller took it and tore it open. He smiled the oddest smile as he
read it, and he threw back his head and laughed a full, hearty bellow
when he got to the end.
"Read it, Nance," he said, passing it over to me. "They sent it on
from the office."
I read it. "Mr. Fred W. Obermuller, Manager Vaudeville Theater, New
York City, N.Y.:
Dear Obermuller:--I have just learned from your little protegee, Nance
Olden, of a comedy you've written. From what Miss Olden tells me of
the plot and situations of And the Greatest of These--your title's
great--I judge the thing to be something altogether out of the common;
and my secretary and reader, Mr. Mason, agrees with me that properly
interpreted and perhaps touched up here and there, the comedy ought to
make a hit.
Would Miss Olden take the leading role, I wonder?
Can't you drop in this evening and talk the matter over? There's an
opening for a fellow like you with us that's just developed within the
past few days, and--this is strictly confidential--I have succeeded in
convincing Braun and Lowenthal that their enmity is a foolish personal
matter which business men shouldn't let stand in the way of business.
After all, just what is there between you and them? A mere trifle; a
misunderstanding that half an hour's talk over a bottle of wine with a
good cigar would drive away.
If you're the man I take you for you'll drop in this evening at the Van
Twiller and bury the hatchet. They're good fellows, those two, and
smart men, even if they are stubborn as sin.
Counting on seeing you to-night, my dear fellow,
I am most cordially,
I. M. TAUSIG."