"I want a witness to my treatment--I'm his legally, lawfully wedded
wife, and he deserts me--and sends me no money--and gets drunk to my
face. If there's justice on this earth, I'll have the law on him."
"Woman, you lie!" thundered John. "You're not my wife and never was. I'm
sick and tired of you," he hiccupped. "You've ruined my life," and he
sat heavily in a chair, being now in the maudlin stage. Yet his dramatic
instinct did not desert him. He was a fine picture of despair as he sat
there.
"Will you listen to him denying his own kith and kin," she shrieked.
"Insult me before my friend--go on, woman," moaned Prospero. "Poison the
mind of youth against me."
"Poison your grandfather--I wish I had when he was a boy, and I wouldn't
be troubled with you now," was her subtle repartee to this.
"I shall not lower myself to retort that you are old enough to have had
your wish"--Prospero uttered this dispassionately and with hardly an
alcoholic stumble. There I was anxious to leave them, but the lady chose
this opening for peculiarly noisy hysterics. I brought her a glass of
water; she knocked it from my hands, smashing the glass to fragments.
"Better let May have it out by herself; it is easiest in the end,"
muttered Prospero. "Edward, when you learn to know the way of a woman
with a man, you will lose all concern. She may do this for hours."
The latter statement caused me to flee. I went to the Otooska House and
sought out Knowlton. He listened to my tale of woe with his customary
grin. "Don't worry, Teddy," he said when I had finished, "she may prove
a Godsend. He'll have something besides himself to think about now."
"But, man alive, they are in my rooms. I can't go on living there with
the pair of them on my hands."
"Are you disturbed because of the proprieties?"
"Not entirely," I snapped. "Married or not, I don't care--but one drug
fiend plus hysterics and broken crockery is more than I will stand."
"I'll move them in the morning," and that was the best compromise I
could get.
Not a sound greeted my return. The lights in the study were out, the
bedroom door closed, and all was apparently peace. With many inward
maledictions on my companions I went to bed.
The six-o'clock alarm brought me with a start out of a sound sleep. As
usual I dashed for a shower in the bathroom, to reach which I had to
cross my study. To my consternation I encountered la belle Helene, in
flesh coloured tights and little else, violently exercising in the
centre of the room with heavy dumbbells.
"Don't mind me, dearie," she said sweetly. "I'm just having my morning
bracer. I get so fleshy if I don't keep trained."
"Heaven forbid her from getting any heavier," I thought, as I ducked by.
Upon my return I knocked on the door; the study was again empty.
I looked forward to the day's work with horror. Prospero came punctually
at seven and la belle Helene with him! The latter, I was told, had often
assisted him and knew how to keep chemical apparatus clean and do many
simple routine things. Prospero appeared resigned to his fate, and the
three of us worked briskly and for the most part in silence.
"I always hold a man hasn't any sense with dishes," she said early in
the proceedings, "even with these chemical things. Just as like as not
you two will get things all mussed up. My land, how that one does smell!
Why you don't poison yourselves I never could see."
Knowlton called upon us at eleven after he had finished the morning's
mail and was formally introduced to la belle Helene. Curiosity had
evidently overpowered him. He kept a solemn face, but his eyes twinkled
during the ceremony of introduction.
"Pleased to meet you," said la belle Helene to him. "So you are John and
Teddy's boss? My, you are a young-looking man to be running a factory
like this. Nice seasonable weather, ain't it? Nice location out here,
too, where you can see the lake from the windows. I always did like a
nice view. I always say it makes a lot of difference what kind of a
place you got to work in. In my business you can't be particular,
though."
"I'm glad you are so favourably impressed with us," smiled Knowlton.
"My land, I'm used to anything after the life I've had. Brought up three
boys to my business--one on 'em's been in vaudeville in Europe--I ain't
heard from him in ten years. That's just like boys--off they go. Girls
is more consoling, so they say. I ain't never had no experience with
girls. Boys is trouble enough. Take things as they come, that's my motto
every time. Home is where you find it, I always say."
Knowlton excused himself and departed.
* * * * *
Knowlton kept his word in a measure. Prospero and his companion were
moved to a little two-room apartment on the floor above, and I was left
in undisputed sway over my study. After they had been settled in the new
abode, Knowlton dropped in to see me.
"Business is not in good shape, Ted," he said, lighting his cigar. "I've
been all over our orders and books and found we are operating on too
close a margin of capital. We have more orders than we have machines or
cash to handle."
"That seems a strange difficulty to me. We are too prosperous. Is this
the Senegambian you were looking for?"
"Exactly. Our friend Norwood, who sold us the business, loaded the books
with orders to make a good showing. Now he has got out, and deliveries
are up to us. Frankly, we haven't cash enough to swing it."
"What is the trouble just now?"
"We can't meet Saturday's payroll--we haven't enough at the bank.
There's a big payment due us on a complete contract. If that comes in by
Saturday noon we are O. K. If not, the bank has got to see us through;
and that's where you come in again, Ted. I'm going to send you to talk
to the bank president."
"Why me?" I protested. "Wouldn't he pay more attention to you?"
"It's just a hunch of mine, Teddy, and it'll be a good experience for
you. If you don't get away with it, I'll try my hand."
* * * * *
Saturday noon was an exciting hour. The mail came at twelve; the men had
to be paid off, in cash, at one. I had just sixty minutes to find out
whether we pulled through or closed down. The post office was on the
corner of State Street and the Park, the latter a large unkempt square
with a feeble fountain and some fine old trees. I had made an
appointment with the president of the Deep Harbor National Bank for
twelve-fifteen. A little before twelve I stood on the post office steps,
with the key to the firm's box in my hand, waiting for the mail to be
sorted. In my inner pocket was a statement of our resources and a list
of our contracts.
The post office at noon was a famous gathering place for the citizenry
of Deep Harbor. In front were a line of horses and buggies hitched to
posts. The owners congregated mostly on the steps, chewing toothpicks
and gossiping. Bootblacks and newspaper boys plied their trades. Every
one seemed to know every one else, and each new comer was hailed by his
first name or otherwise familiarly greeted. I felt that a stranger was
at a great disadvantage in trying to conduct a factory in such an inbred
community. Not one of all those men knew me or nodded to me. Yet I
judged from the glances directed my way and the whispers that many at
least knew who I was. Knowlton had told me that the new owners of the
factory had been the subject of many rumours. It was believed we were a
blind for one of the large corporations about to begin operations in
Deep Harbor on a vast scale.
At last the mail was ready, and I opened our box. Running through the
pile of letters, I saw that the check was not there. First I telephoned
Knowlton, then crossed the street to the Deep Harbor National Bank, a
small box-like building built entirely of white marble in vague
resemblance to a miniature Greek temple. My card was unnecessary. The
president was seated, for all the world to see, behind a low mahogany
railing before a high mahogany desk. He called me by name at my entrance
and invited me inside his pen. There was nothing formidable in his
appearance. My imagination had pictured the bank president of the stage,
an elderly gentleman with white side whiskers, white spats, a
sanctimonious air, and a terrible callousness in driving financial
bargains. Instead, I beheld a genial young man of thirty-eight to forty
with a genial expression on his face. His face was tanned, his hair,
just turning grey at the temples, was neatly smoothed down. The eyes
were a little too small, almost pig-like, in fact; nevertheless his
pleasant smile counteracted the unfavourable impression which his eyes
would otherwise have made.
"Have a cigar, Edward?" were his opening words to me. The use of my
Christian name encouraged me, for it seemed to imply that I had been
admitted to citizenship in good standing. I accepted the greasy,
aromatic cigar, although I feared a cigar before luncheon would be
disastrous. There seemed, however, no escape in Deep Harbor from the
offer of a cigar as a preliminary to any business discussion. As we
lighted up and the sickeningly fragrant smoke oozed through my nervous
system, he looked keenly at me and said: "Well, Edward, what can we do
for you? Money, I suppose," and he glanced at the clock. "You have about
forty minutes in which to meet your payroll. Am I right?"
"Absolutely!" I answered promptly. "And here's the reason why you'll
meet the payroll for us," and I handed him our statement. He then did a
slightly theatrical thing which, I suppose, the role of bank president
required; it was to produce a pair of tortoise shell goggle spectacles
and study our statement through them. I stared about at the onyx and
bronze trimmings of the little building and secretly wished I could lose
the cigar.
"These contracts look all right on paper, Edward, but you people haven't
equipment enough to put them through."
"I don't imagine that we are the first people who have come to you
because we are too prosperous--not in a growing town like Deep Harbor,"
I remarked, surprised at my own diplomacy.
"That's true enough, Edward. But the way I look at it is this. These
contracts were made by your predecessors. If you don't make good on them
you won't get any more, and you can't make good with your present plant.
The friend who sold you the plant, about whom I happen to know a lot,
oversold you. In short, you were stung."
"What's to be done?" I asked, rising.
"Sit down, Edward," he replied. "Is there any truth in this story that a
big corporation is behind you? I want brass tacks."
"There's not a word of truth in it. We are just what our books show us
to be."
He smiled and chewed his cigar. "That's what I thought you would say,"
he chuckled. "What security do you offer?"
"Our notes at thirty days backed by the contracts which you will take
over if we fall down."
"Not good enough, Edward. You must put up the plant."
With this he handed me the telephone which stood on his desk. I got
through to Knowlton at the office, the while my financier-friend watched
and listened. In the end, we had no option but to give way.
I left his office with our Saturday's payroll in a canvas bag, and I
left behind a memorandum concerning the mortgage and security to be
formally put up as soon as Knowlton could get down town.