THE SHAREHOLDERS' MEETING
The afternoon was dark and electric lights burned along the cornice of
the room engaged for the shareholders' meeting. The room was big and
cold, and as Gavin moved about the table on the platform his steps
echoed hollowly. He was the company's secretary and was putting down
papers by the blotting pads. A group of gentlemen, engaged in thoughtful
talk, stood by the fire. They were directors of the line and did not
look happy. Nominally, by the company's constitution, the shareholders
elected the Board; in practice, Cartwright had, so far, appointed the
directors, and meant, if possible, to do so again. The gentlemen by the
fire were eligible for reëlection, and Cartwright was satisfied,
although he had not chosen them for their business talent. Their names
were good in Liverpool and their honesty was known. Cartwright did not
want clever men. He was head of the house and knew it would totter to a
disastrous fall unless he kept his firm control.
Now and then Gavin gave his employer a keen glance. Cartwright's lips
were rather blue and the lines round his eyes were sharply drawn. His
white mustache stuck out, and one got a hint of stubbornness, but except
for this his face was inscrutable. Although Gavin thought Cartwright
would score again, he was anxious. Nobody but Cartwright could persuade
the dissatisfied shareholders to accept _that_ balance sheet.
Cartwright himself felt in rather good form. He had curtailed his lunch
and been satisfied with a single glass of liquor that generally braced
him up. He imagined he would need all his skill and coolness before the
meeting was over. The trouble was, he might not get much support. The
directors did not know all he knew, but they knew something, and he saw
one or two hesitated. Then Mrs. Cartwright was ill, and although she had
given her husband her proxy votes, had sent Mortimer. Mortimer was
entitled to come because he had some shares, but Cartwright did not know
the line he meant to take. The pup did not like him and was cunning.
Presently Cartwright looked at his watch.
"They won't be long. I imagine we are going to have some opposition."
"It's very possible," one of the others agreed. "A two-per-cent dividend
is disappointing and we are paying this by cutting down the reserve
fund. Then people know we have lost the use of our best boat for six
months and may lose her for good. When we reduced our insurance, I urged
that we were rash."
"We saved a good sum and economy was needful," Cartwright rejoined.
"Insurance is expensive for our type of boats."
"The balance sheet looks bad. I'll admit I'd sooner not be accountable
for a state of things like this," another remarked.
Cartwright smiled. The balance sheet looked better than it was, but
Jordan had given him a useful lead. He knew his colleagues' weaknesses
and how they might be worked upon.
"We are all accountable. I have consulted you frankly and you approved
my plans."
Jordan gave him a rather doubtful look. "Anyhow, we must front an
awkward situation. Suppose the shareholders ask for an investigation
committee?"
"We must refuse," said Cartwright, with quiet firmness. "A frightened
committee would probably urge a drastic re-construction scheme, the
writing off much of our capital, and perhaps winding up the line. When
rates are bad and cargo's scarce, one must take a low price for ships;
our liabilities are large, and I imagine selling off would leave us much
in debt--"
Cartwright paused. He saw his remarks carried weight and knew his
co-directors. He would give them a few moments for thought before he
finished his argument.
"Very well," he resumed. "Jordan declares he does not like to be
accountable for an unsatisfactory balance sheet. I take it he would much
less like to be made accountable for a bad bankruptcy! No doubt you
sympathize with him?"
It was obvious that they did so and one said, "If I thought my occupying
a seat on the Board would lead to this, I would sooner have given my
shares away!"
"I have not talked about my feelings," Cartwright went on. "All the
same, I am head of the old house; you can imagine I do not want to see
it fall. But rates are not always low, and if I'm not embarrassed by
rash meddlers, my persuasion is, I can keep the fleet running until
better times arrive."
He saw he had won them. The number of shares they owned was not very
large: for the most part, the men were rich and not disturbed about
their money. They valued a high place in business and social circles and
their good name. To be entangled by a bankruptcy was unthinkable.
"Then, I feel we ought to support you," Jordan replied. "For all that,
our power's not very great. We are going to meet some opposition and if
the dissatisfied people are resolute they can turn us out."
"So long as I know the Board will back me, I'm not afraid of the
shareholders," Cartwright declared.
"You imagine you can save the situation?" a red-faced gentleman
remarked.
"It's possible," said Cartwright dryly.
"Very well," said the other. "We must try to see you out."
They went to the table soon afterwards and the shareholders began to
arrive. They were not numerous, and the scattered groups emphasized the
bareness of the big echoing room. Cartwright studied the people as they
came in. Some looked gloomy and some stubborn; a few looked frankly
bored. There were five or six women and two whispered, while the others
glanced about with jerky movements. Cartwright's face hardened when he
saw Mrs. Seaton, and then he noted Hyslop in a back row. He thought
Hyslop looked languidly amused.
When all was quiet, he took the notes Gavin handed him, glanced at the
paper, and put it down. Then, speaking in a steady voice, he gave the
report of the year's work and talked about the balance sheet. He was
frank but not apologetic, and claimed, in view of the difficulties, that
the directors had well guarded the company's interests. When he stopped
there were murmurs of approval, as if some of the despondent had begun
to hope; the cautious admitted that Cartwright had made a bad situation
look better.
One or two asked questions, which he answered candidly, and then there
was a pause and somebody moved the adoption of the chairman's report and
balance sheet. His seconder made a short nervous speech, and Mrs. Seaton
got up at the end of the room. She pushed back her veil, took out her
handkerchief, put her hand on a chair in front, and gave the directors
an apologetic smile.
"I don't know if it is usual for a woman to speak at a business meeting,
but I have a number of shares in the line and it's long since I got a
good dividend," she said. "Two per cent is ridiculous and my lawyer
tells me I could get four per cent, where the security is really good."
She paused and added naïvely: "To have twice as much to spend would be
very nice."
Somebody laughed and Cartwright braced himself. Ellen Seaton was
cleverer than she looked, and he thought her dangerous, but in the
meantime he durst not stop her.
"One feels that security's important and it's plain ours is not
first-class," she resumed. "Well, I suppose if we accept the report, it
means we are satisfied to let the company's business be managed on the
old plan?"
"It does mean something like that," a man agreed.
"Then I'm _not_ satisfied. For one thing, I want a proper dividend."
"We all want a proper dividend," somebody remarked.
Mrs. Seaton smiled, as if she were encouraged. "To go without is
disappointing, but perhaps the dividend is not most important. I'd like
to feel my shares were worth the money they cost, and find out they are
not. We have drawn on the reserves and I expect this implies we are
losing money. You can't go on losing money very long, and we ought to
stop while we have some capital left."
A number of the others applauded and she continued: "Our directors have
worked very hard. To manage ships that don't pay must be tiring and
perhaps we oughtn't to ask them to bear the heavy strain. Could we not
choose somebody with fresh ideas to help?"
"That's what we want!" said one. "The Board needs new blood!"
Then the storm broke and for a time Cartwright lost control of the
meeting. Mrs. Seaton had loosed passions he might have restrained and
the shareholders were frankly moved by fear, distrust, and greed. Men
got up, asking angry questions and shouting implications, but for a few
minutes Cartwright sat like a rock and let them rage. When they stopped
and there was an awkward pause, Mortimer Hyslop got up. He looked
languid and his voice was soft, but Cartwright admitted his speech was
clever.
He and Mrs. Cartwright, whom he represented, owned shares in the line,
and he had not risen before because the chairman was his relation. Now,
when attacks, perhaps not altogether justified, had been made on the
Board, he was forced to state his conviction that nobody else could have
steered the company past the dangers that threatened. One must admit the
situation was bad; and for a minute or two Mortimer cleverly indicated
its drawbacks. For all that, he argued, it was rash to change pilot and
officers in the middle of a storm. The officers they knew and had
trusted must be left control until the gale blew over.
Mortimer sat down and Cartwright knitted his brows. On the surface, his
step-son had taken the proper line. Mortimer meant to support the Board,
but he had indicated that he did so because it was his duty. His remarks
about the dangers by which the company was surrounded had made things
look worse. All the same, he had calmed the meeting, but Cartwright did
not know if this was an advantage. Criticism was harder to meet when the
critics were cool.
Another man got up and began to talk in a quiet voice.
"Mr. Hyslop has an object for trusting the chairman that we have not
got. We won't grumble about his staunchness, but we are entitled to
weigh his arguments, which are not altogether sound. He owns the
situation is awkward and the outlook dark, but he urges us to trust the
officers who got the ship in danger. One feels this is not remarkably
logical. Then he declares nobody else could have kept the fleet running.
I think the claim is rash. In this city we are conservative and names
long known in business circles carry an exaggerated weight; we expect a
man to work wonders because his father started a prosperous line, and
another because he long since made a lucky plunge. Men like these are
often satisfied with former triumphs while times and methods change. We
want fresh thought and modern methods. It's obvious the old have brought
us near the rocks!"
Cartwright saw the shareholders were moved and the time for him to speak
had come. He got up and fronted a doubting and antagonistic audience.
His face was inscrutable, but he looked dignified.
"We have heard angry criticism and hints about slackness," he began.
"Some of you have suggested rejecting the report, a committee of
inquiry, and new members for the Board, but no substantive motion has
been put. Well, before this is done, I claim your patience for a few
minutes. If you are not satisfied, I and your directors are jointly
accountable. We stand together; if you get rid of one, you get rid of
all. This is a drastic but risky cure--"
He paused and one or two of the gentlemen at the table looked surprised.
It was plain they felt the chairman had gone farther than he ought. The
red-faced man, however, smiled as if he approved and Cartwright resumed:
"Times are bad, the markets are flat, and goods are not moved about the
world. I venture to state no steamship company is free from
embarrassments. You can, no doubt, find men with business talent equal
to ours and give them control; but you cannot give them the knowledge,
gained by long experience, one needs to grapple with the particular
difficulties the Cartwright line must meet. The personal touch is
needed; your manager must be known by the company's friends, and its
antagonists, who would not hesitate to snatch our trade from a stranger.
They know me and the others, and are cautious about attacking us. In all
that's important, until times get better, _I am the company_--"
Cartwright stopped and drank some water. He saw he had struck the right
note and began again:
"I will not labor the argument; the thing is obvious! If I go, the line
will stop running before the new men learn their job. Well, I'm old and
tired, but it would hurt to see the house-flag hauled down; it was
carried by famous oak clippers in my grandfather's time. You hesitate to
risk your money? I risk mine and much that money cannot buy; the honor
of a house whose ships have sailed from Liverpool for a hundred years!"
The shareholders were moved and one heard murmurs of sympathy. Boldness
paid, and Cartwright saw he was recovering his shaken power, but it was
not all good acting. To some extent, he was sincere. He got his breath
and resumed:
"I don't urge you with a selfish object to let me keep my post; I'd be
relieved to let it go. Counted in money, the reward for my labor is not
large. I want to save the Cartwright line, to pilot it into port, and,
if there is no rash meddling, I believe I can. But I warn you the thing
is in no other's power. Well, I have finished. You must choose whether
your directors go or not."
There was an awkward silence, and then somebody asked: "Will the
chairman state if he has a plan for meeting a situation he admits is
difficult?"
Cartwright smiled rather grimly. "I will not make a public statement
that might be useful to our antagonists! So long as I am chairman, you
must trust me. My proposition is, give us six months, and then, if
things are no better, we will welcome a committee of inquiry. In the
meantime, a motion is before the meeting--"
"It is proposed and seconded that the directors' report and balance
sheet be accepted," Gavin remarked.
The resolution was carried, the directors were reelected, and the
meeting broke up. Cartwright sat down rather limply and wiped his face.
"I pulled it off, but they pushed me hard," he said. "At one time, it
looked as if our defenses would go down."
"You have put off the reckoning; I think that's all," one of the
directors remarked.
"We have six months," said Cartwright. "This is something. If they call
a meeting then, I imagine I can meet them."
He signed to Gavin, who helped him with his big coat, and went off to
the underground restaurant, where he presently fell asleep in a chair by
the fire.