THE EVE OF BATTLE
It was evening when the big liner which had left Montreal at daybreak
steamed slowly past the ramparts of Quebec, the roar of her whistle
echoing among the rocks. The tide which had floated her across the
shoals of Lake St. Peter was running low, the great river was
unruffled, and Andrew leaned on her saloon-deck rails, watching the
city open up as she swung inshore with the slack stream. Behind the
wharves and warehouses at the waterside old buildings and loftier
modern ones, stores, banks and churches, rose in picturesque
confusion, tier above tier, to the heights girdled by Dufferin Avenue,
and the huge Frontenac Hotel. It struck him as a beautiful city,
viewed from the river, but it bore an exotic stamp. In spite of the
sooty smoke of the locomotives and the rattle of steamboat winches, it
had a stronger resemblance to the old romantic towns of France than
the business centers of essentially modern Canada.
A feeble scream answered the sonorous whistle, and the engines stopped
for a few minutes as a tug steamed out from the wharf. She brought a
dozen passengers besides a number of mailbags, and when she cast off
the screw throbbed again and the liner forged ahead. It was with mixed
feelings that Andrew watched the city drop behind and the white thread
of Montmorency Falls disappear behind a long green island. Beyond it
the river widened, the shores were falling back, and dusk was creeping
across the oily water. Open sea was still far away, but Andrew felt
that he had parted from Canada, and though he was going home with his
work successfully done, the thought filled him with wistful regret. In
spite of many hardships and difficulties, he had been happy in the
northern wilds, and happier with Geraldine by the Lake of Shadows. He
meant to come back when he had finished his fight for Allinson's and
he thrilled as he wondered how Geraldine would welcome him. She had
given him a gracious farewell and her sincere good wishes; but she had
with gentle firmness prevented his making any direct appeal. This he
determined should not be the same again. When he returned she should
hear him out; but there was still much to be done before he could
prove his right to claim her, for the possibility of ignominious
failure confronted him.
Before the next few weeks had passed he might be beaten and
discredited--jeered at as a rash fool who, undertaking a task beyond
his powers, had brought disaster upon those he meant to benefit and
wrecked an honored firm. But apart from such considerations, he knew
that he had turned his back upon the strenuous life of the wilderness.
Even if he returned to the lode for a month or two, he would travel by
well-marked roads, surrounded by some degree of civilized comfort.
There would be no more of the zest of the unknown trail; the charm of
the lonely North would be broken by the crash of machinery and the
voices of busy men.
The dinner bugle broke his reverie, and when he was leaving the saloon
a steward gave him a letter the tender had brought. Recognizing
Carnally's writing, he opened it eagerly in a quiet corner of the
smoking-room, and as he read it he felt a faint envy of his comrade
who was using pick and powder in the wilds. This, however, gave place
to more practical considerations. Carnally related the jumpers'
defeat, which he described as Mappin's last attempt to trouble them.
The claims, he said, were safe from any fresh attack, and there was a
marked improvement in the ore as they opened up the lode. He thought
Andrew could devote himself to his English business with undisturbed
confidence.
Andrew realized that the latter would need all his attention, and
during the short voyage he had little to say to his fellow-passengers.
Revolving schemes in his mind, he found weak points in all of them,
for it was a serious problem he had to attack. He could see several
ways of regulating the Rain Bluff Company's affairs, if Leonard would
agree, and he could bring charges against his brother-in-law which
would cost him his relatives' support; but this course was not
admissible. Leonard must be deprived of all control over Allinson's
but it must be done without suspicion being cast upon the integrity of
the firm. That would be difficult. Then Florence's position required
thought. Andrew wished the unraveling of the matter had been left to
somebody else with more tact and acuteness, but it was his duty and he
must do the best he could.
On landing he traveled straight to London, and after taking a room at
a hotel went on foot to the Allinson offices. It was a sultry day with
rain at intervals; the streets were miry, and smoke thickened the
listless air. As he walked eastward along the Strand the roar of
traffic jarred on his ears and he noticed the streaky grime on the wet
buildings; but it was the intent, pallid faces of the passers-by that
impressed him most when he approached the city. Some were pinched and
hungrily eager, some were gross and fleshy, but the steady, direct
frankness of the Canadian glance was missing, and there was a more
marked difference in the movements of Andrew's city countrymen. All
were in a hurry, bolting into and out of dingy offices, but they had
not the free virile grace of the men who followed the lonely Canadian
trails. Nor had they, so far as their expressions hinted, the
optimistic cheerfulness that is common in the West.
Though he was glad to be at home, Andrew was sensible of a faint
depression. The people he saw about him were those he would
henceforward work among; he must change the drill and canoe paddle for
the pen, and breathe the close air of offices instead of the fragrance
of the pines. Had the option been his, he would have turned away from
the city; but, as the head of Allinson's, he was not free to choose.
Doggedly, as when he had followed the frozen trail on a morsel of
food, he held on eastward past the Law Courts.
At the office he learned that Leonard was away at a German health
resort, but would be back in a few days, and that Florence was staying
at Ghyllside. Andrew was sorry for Florence and felt guilty when he
thought of her. Though she had always taken her husband's view and
refused to consider him a person of any importance, she was his eldest
sister. Had she been less prejudiced, she might have helped him to
come to some understanding with Leonard which would have prevented a
direct conflict, but he feared he could look only for opposition and
bitterness. Next he learned that the Rain Bluff shareholders' meeting,
which he had suggested, had been fixed for an unexpectedly early
date. He surmised that Leonard, having his plans ready, meant to get
them adopted before his own were prepared.
Summoning Sharpe, the elderly chief accountant who had served his
father, Andrew spent some hours with him, mastering so far as possible
the state of the firm's affairs. With a few exceptions, they were
prospering; there was no doubt that, in a sense, Leonard had done his
work well. In particular, the returns from foreign ventures were
excellent, and though Sharpe could not tell him precisely how the
profits had been made, Andrew with wider knowledge on some points
could guess. He feared that a full explanation would not redound to
the honor of the firm. He knew of lands to which Allinson's money had
been sent, where the high interest was wrung out of subject races with
fiendish cruelty.
At last, when the electric lights were burning in the
lavishly-decorated office, Sharpe closed his books.
"I think that is all I can tell you, Mr. Allinson," he said. "On the
whole, I venture to believe you must find our position eminently
satisfactory. The one weak point, if I may say so, is the Rain Bluff
mine. You will have seen that the shares are quoted down."
"I've noticed it. What's the reason? The directors wouldn't let any
information that might have a depressing effect leak out."
"There has been some selling," Sharpe answered with a shrug. "It's
possible that things have been kept too close. A little encouraging
news given to the press now and then goes a long way, but silence
tends to uneasiness." He hesitated. "I suppose I must not ask about
the Company's prospects until you have met the Board?"
"You have been investing?"
Sharpe admitted it.
"I bought in the open market, with no favor shown. The firm has
treated me liberally, but I may have to make room for a younger man by
and by, and I had two boys to start. One at law, the other as surgeon;
but they are only beginning to stand on their own feet, and it was a
drain. What was left went into the Rain Bluff. I felt I was safe in a
venture organized by us."
He looked at Andrew eagerly, but for a few moments the latter mused.
It was, he thought, such men as this old servant, patient, highly
trained toilers, who would have been hardest hit by the failure of the
mine. When he answered, his expression was unusually grave.
"I think I can say that you have no cause for anxiety."
"Thank you," said Sharpe. "Your assurance is a great relief. I wonder
whether I may mention that you have your father's manner; it was his
habit to make a curt statement without an explanation, but it always
carried weight. You remind me of him strongly, though I never noticed
the resemblance until to-day."
"You have paid me a sincere compliment," said Andrew quietly.
He spent the evening studying figures in his hotel, with no thought of
the attractions the city had to offer, and the next day he proceeded
to call on as many of the Rain Bluff directors as he could find in
their offices. They were city men, ignorant of any but the financial
side of mining, and he saw that the first two regarded him as an
inexperienced meddler. These, he thought, had been given a hint by
Leonard, though he did not question their honesty. Another insisted on
talking about Canadian sport, with the fixed impression that he had
really gone out to shoot and fish, and Andrew abandoned the attempt to
undeceive him. The fourth, however, heard what he had to say with
close attention.
"To divulge this news would bring about a dangerous crisis," he warned
Andrew. "I must strongly urge you to consult with Hathersage and defer
any mention of new arrangements until after the meeting."
"Then I should have you gentlemen united against me."
"You do us injustice," Rahway protested. "On some of the points
involved our judgment is necessarily better than yours, and we would
no doubt insist on following it, but you will not find us neglectful
of the real interests of the Company."
"They can be served only by a radical change of plans. As it stands,
the Company is rotten!"
"Grave language, Mr. Allinson."
"It's warranted. You must submit a report to the shareholders. Is it
prepared?"
The director handed him some sheets of paper which Andrew studied with
rising indignation.
"I recognize Hathersage's work!" he exclaimed. "There's no hint of the
difficulties that confront us. He wrote this?"
"It's a draft I have just received from him."
"And after what I've told you about the mine, you think it should
stand?"
Rahway looked disturbed. "With a few exceptions, I must say that I do.
You are new to these matters, and don't realize how undesirable it is
that we should make our troubles public. Give us time to consider and
mature fresh schemes, and, if matters are really so serious as they
seem to you, we may find some judicious remedy. Undue haste can only
have disastrous results."
Andrew lost his patience.
"You want to tinker with the situation, to keep the shareholders in
the dark, while you try to patch up a tottering concern? It's an
impossible course! The truth must be faced boldly and the Company
reorganized from the start!'
"If that is so, it must be done by the directors, with great caution.
I must beg you not to force our hands."
"Well," replied Andrew, "I have nothing more to say. I shall attend
the meeting and do what seems advisable."
He left the office, convinced that he could take only a bold,
independent course, for no help could be expected from the men he had
called on. Leonard's influence over them could not be combated. He
thought they might honestly doubt that the state of affairs was as
serious as he had represented; but if they were convinced of this,
their chief desire would be to keep the mine going long enough to save
their credit, and to make disclosure gradually. He was glad he had
told them nothing about the richness of the Graham lode and that the
claims on it were held under his personal control. On reaching his
hotel, he wrote to the directors he had not been able to see, though
he did not expect much result from this, and the next morning he left
for his home.
Though he had a cordial welcome, he did not explain his plans to his
relatives, and Florence seemed to regard him with suspicion. A week
later Leonard came down to take her home, and asked for a private
interview after dinner on the night of his arrival. Andrew went with
him to the library and waited calmly until he began.
"We must understand each other," Leonard said. "I hear you have found
the lode. Will you tell me your plans?"
"Not to begin with. I want some information about yours first. No
doubt Mappin cabled you news of our discovery?"
"He did. I might retort that you have seen my colleagues and tried to
gain them over, in my absence, instead of waiting for my return; but
that is not an important matter. What is it you wish to know?"
Andrew's voice was quietly steady as he asked the test question upon
which their future relations turned:
"Do you mean to submit the report to the Rain Bluff shareholders as it
stands?"
"Yes," Leonard answered curtly, and Andrew knew that there could be no
compromise. It was now a trial of strength; one of them must be driven
off the field.
"Knowing it to be misleading?" he said. "Very well; I can't prevent
its issue. I suppose you have heard that your confederate has been
beaten in what must be his last attempt to thwart me?"
"I heard that an attempt had been made to jump the Company's claims."
"My claims," said Andrew.
"The Company's, I think. You were our representative when you found
them."
"We'll let that go; it's not a point that's likely to be raised."
As the question of the ownership of the claims seemed to be of
importance, Leonard looked puzzled.
"Oh, well," he said, "I've told you that, if needful, Mappin must be
sacrificed."
"That is not what you told him. You must have meant to trick one of us
or play false to both."
"I can't tolerate such words!"
Leonard lost the indulgent air he had so far assumed, and Andrew,
leaning forward with elbows on the table, fixed his eyes on him.
"We'll drop all disguises. You have plotted against me ever since I
went to Canada, and I'm showing you more consideration than you
deserve in speaking of these things in private instead of before the
family. It is for Florence's sake I'm doing so." He raised his hand.
"Let me finish! You would have ruined the Rain Bluff Company sooner
than allow me to reorganize it; you conspired with Mappin to starve me
and my friends to death."
Leonard sat back in his chair with a harsh laugh.
"That is ridiculous! If we are to talk the matter out, try to be calm.
I'll admit that I would have been glad to prevent your wasting the
Company's time and money on an absurd adventure, and gave Mappin a
hint to that effect. If he went farther, for his own ends, I'm not
responsible."
"I'd like to believe that you speak the truth. Apart from this, you
have persuaded the directors that my suggestions are not to be
considered seriously and what's worse, you have from the beginning
prejudiced my relatives against me. It's your doing that they think me
a fool."
A smile crept into Leonard's eyes.
"It looks as if you mean to force a quarrel," he said.
"In a sense, you're right. We can't go on as we have been doing."
"Very well. What do you suggest?"
"In the first place, I ask for your resignation from the Rain Bluff
Board. That shouldn't be difficult; you have been selling your
shares."
Leonard considered for a minute.
"I might agree. Three of the directors must retire, and the Company
isn't likely to prosper if you get control."
"I understand your reasons. The concern has got into trouble, for
which I'm to be held responsible, and you clear out because you find
it impossible to curb my recklessness. You expect to save your credit
in that way."
"Have it so, if you like," said Leonard coolly.
His answer convinced Andrew that Leonard did not know of the richness
of the lode. Andrew thought he had honestly disbelieved in it, and
Mappin, who had informed him of its discovery, which had not yet been
widely mentioned in the Canadian papers, might not have made him
understand its importance. Indeed, it was possible that Mappin meant
to throw over his English confederate.
"I have another demand to make. I want your consent to a dissolution
of your partnership in Allinson's."
Leonard started and his face grew hard; though it seemed impossible
that Andrew, whom he had genuinely looked down on, should urge the
matter.
"This is too much!" he exclaimed. "Have you lost your senses?"
"I think not. You have betrayed the trust my father had in you; you
have started Allinson's on a downward course. That you have, with the
exception of the Rain Bluff speculation, so far made money for the
firm does not count, because you can't continue doing so. There's a
code of business morality; they are not fools in the city, and your
methods would be found out. Then the reputation we trade upon would
be gone. But enough of this. Put your price on your position and I'll
pay it if possible."
Leonard clenched his hands.
"No!" he answered. "I hold my place! You cannot get rid of me!"
"Is that your last word?"
"Yes! I've tried to be forbearing, but you push me too hard. It has
come to an open fight, which may as well begin at the shareholders'
meeting. I shall not resign from the Board."
"It was bound to come," said Andrew. "We know how we stand."
Leonard rose.
"Florence and I leave to-morrow! There is no train to-night."
"That must be as you wish," responded Andrew, as he went out.
Half an hour later Florence found him on the terrace. Her face was
flushed and her eyes were angry.
"Andrew," she cried, "do you mean to persist in this madness? Shall I
try to make peace with Leonard before it is too late?"
"I'm sorry it's too late already. I can't think he sent you."
"No; I came because I felt I must. Can't you see that you are bent on
ruining yourself and bringing discredit on the firm?"
"I think not; but it's a point on which we can't agree. I can't blame
you for taking Leonard's side."
"Oh," she cried, "try to be sensible! Think how Leonard has developed
the business and earned the money that you have spent. Try to remember
all you owe to him."
A queer smile crept into Andrew's eyes. He knew what he owed to
Leonard, but Florence must not guess. She should keep her faith in her
husband, if she could.
"At the worst, he would leave the firm with a very much larger capital
than when he joined it, and there are, no doubt, other firms which
would welcome him."
Florence turned upon him with a mocking laugh.
"But Leonard is not going to leave the firm! Tell me, for one thing,
why you wish him to?"
It was far from Andrew's intention that she should ever learn.
"Well," he said slowly, "our views are so different on almost every
point that it's impossible we should get on. I'm very sorry, Florence,
but you can't mend the matter. The split was inevitable."
"And you venture to set your immature judgment against Leonard's?"
"I'm forced to. Don't say any more, Florence. I suppose the thing must
trouble you. Forgive me, if you can."
"I'll try, when you have found out your folly," she said, and left
him.