Sevenoaks Part 39
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Now, Toll, go off and let the General get up. I must have a railroad before night, or I shall not be able to sleep a wink. By-by!"
Talbot turned to leave the room, when Mr. Belcher arrested him with the question:
"Toll, would you like an office in the Crooked Valley corporation?"
Talbot knew that the corporation would have a disgraceful history, and a disastrous end--that it would be used by the General for the purposes of stealing, and that the head of it would not be content to share the plunder with others. He had no wish to be his princ.i.p.al's cat's-paw, or to be identified with an enterprise in which, deprived of both will and voice, he should get neither profit nor credit. So he said:
"No, I thank you; I have all I can do to take care of your goods, and I am not ambitious."
"There'll be nothing for you to do, you know. I shall run the whole thing."
"I can serve you better, General, where I am."
"Well, by-by; I won't urge you."
After Talbot left, Mr. Belcher rose and carefully dressed himself.
Phipps was already at the door with the carriage, and, half an hour afterward, the great proprietor, full of his vain and knavish projects, took his seat in it, and was whirled off down to Wall street. His brokers had already been charged with his plans, and, before he reached the ground, every office where the Crooked Valley stock was held had been visited, and every considerable deposit of it ascertained, so that, before night, by one grand swoop, the General had absorbed a controlling interest in the corporation.
A few days afterward, the annual meeting was held, Mr. Belcher was elected President, and every other office was filled by his creatures and tools. His plans for the future of the road gradually became known, and the stock began to a.s.sume a better position on the list. Weak and inefficient corporations were already in existence for completing the various connections of the road, and of these he immediately, and for moderate sums, bought the franchises. Within two months, bonds were issued for building the roads, and the roads themselves were put under contract. The "terminal facilities" of one end of every contract were faithfully attended to by Mr. Belcher. His pockets were still capacious and absorbent. He parted with so much of his appreciated stock as he could spare without impairing his control, and so at the end of a few months, found himself in the possession of still another harvest. Not only this, but he found his power increased. Men watched him, and followed him into other speculations. They hung around him, anxious to get indications of his next movement. They flattered him; they fawned upon him; and to those whom he could in any way use for his own purposes, he breathed little secrets of the market from which they won their rewards. People talked about what "the General" was doing, and proposed to do, as if he were a well-recognized factor in the financial situation.
Whenever he ran over his line, which he often did for information and amus.e.m.e.nt, and for the pleasure of exercising his power, he went in a special car, at break-neck speed, by telegraph, always accompanied by a body of friends and toadies, whom he feasted on the way. Everybody wanted to see him. He was as much a lion as if he had been an Emperor or a murderer. To emerge upon a platform at a way-station, where there were hundreds of country people who had flocked in to witness the exhibition, was his great delight. He spoke to them familiarly and good-naturedly; transacted his business with a rush; threw the whole village into tumult; waved his hand; and vanished in a cloud of dust. Such enterprise, such confidence, such strength, such interest in the local prosperities of the line, found their natural result in the absorption of the new bonds. They were purchased by individuals and munic.i.p.al corporations. Freight was diverted from its legitimate channels, and drawn over the road at a loss; but it looked like business. Pa.s.ses were scattered in every direction, and the pa.s.senger traffic seemed to double at once. All was bustle, drive, business. Under a single will, backed by a strong and orderly executive capacity, the dying road seemed to leap into life. It had not an _employe_ who did not know and take off his hat to the General. He was a kind of G.o.d, to whom they all bowed down; and to be addressed or chaffed by him was an honor to be reported to friends, and borne home with self-gratulations to wives and children.
The General, of course, had moments of superlative happiness. He never had enjoyed anything more than he enjoyed his railroad. His notoriety with the common people along the line--the idea which they cherished that he could do anything he wished to do; that he had only to lift his hand to win gold to himself or to bear it to them--these were pleasant in themselves; but to have their obeisance witnessed by his city friends and a.s.sociates, while they discussed his champagne and boned turkey from the abounding hampers which always furnished "the President's car"--this was the crown of his pleasure. He had a pleasure, too, in business. He never had enough to do, and the railroad which would have loaded down an ordinary man with an ordinary conscience, was only a pleasant diversion to him. Indeed, he was wont to reiterate, when rallied upon his new enterprise: "The fact was, I had to do something for my health, you know."
Still, the General was not what could be called a thoroughly happy man.
He knew the risks he ran on Change. He had been reminded, by two or three mortifying losses, that the sun did not always s.h.i.+ne on Wall street. He knew that his railroad was a bubble, and that sooner or later it would burst. Times would change, and, after all, there was nothing that would last like his manufactures. With a long foresight, he had ordered the funds received from the Prussian sales of the Belcher rifle to be deposited with a European banking house at interest, to be drawn against in his foreign purchases of material; yet he never drew against this deposit. Self-confident as he was, glutted with success as he was, he had in his heart a premonition that some time he might want that money just where it was placed. So there it lay, acc.u.mulating interest.
It was an anchor to windward, that would hold him if ever his bark should drift into shallow or dangerous waters.
The grand trouble was, that he did not own a single patent by which he was thriving in both branches of his manufactures. He had calculated upon worrying the inventor into a sale, and had brought his designs very nearly to realization, when he found, to his surprise and discomfiture, that he had driven him into a mad-house. Rich as he was, therefore, there was something very unsubstantial in his wealth, even to his own apprehension. Sometimes it all seemed like a bubble, which a sudden breath would wreck. Out of momentary despondencies, originating in visions like these, he always rose with determinations that nothing should come between him and his possessions and prosperities which his hand, by fair means or foul, could crush.
Mr. Balfour, a lawyer of faultless character and undoubted courage, held his secret. He could not bend him or buy him. He was the one man in all the world whom he was afraid of. He was the one man in New York who knew whether Benedict was alive or not. He had Benedict's heir in his house, and he knew that by him the law would lay its hand on him and his possessions. He only wondered that the action was delayed. Why was it delayed? Was he, Mr. Belcher, ready for it? He knew he was not, and he saw but one way by which he could become so. Over this he hesitated, hoping that some event would occur which would render his projected crime unnecessary.
Evening after evening, when every member of his family was in bed, he shut himself in his room, looked behind every article of furniture to make himself sure that he was alone, and then drew from its drawer the long unexecuted contract with Mr. Benedict, with the accompanying autograph letters, forwarded to him by Sam Yates. Whole quires of paper he traced with the names of "Nicholas Johnson" and "James Ramsey." After he had mastered the peculiarities of their signs manual, he took up that of Mr. Benedict. Then he wrote the three names in the relations in which he wished them to appear on the doc.u.ment. Then he not only burned all the paper he had used, in the grate, but pulverized its ashes.
Not being able to ascertain whether Benedict were alive or dead, it would be necessary to produce a doc.u.ment which would answer his purpose in either case. Of course, it would be requisite that its date should antic.i.p.ate the inventor's insanity. He would make one more effort to ascertain a fact that had so direct a relation to his future security.
Accordingly, one evening after his railroad scheme was fairly inaugurated, he called on Mrs. Dillingham, determined to obtain from her what she knew. He had witnessed for months her fondness for Harry Benedict. The boy had apparently with the consent of the Balfours, been frequently in her house. They had taken long drives together in the Park. Mr. Belcher felt that there was a peculiar intimacy between the two, yet not one satisfactory word had he ever heard from the lady about her new pet. He had become conscious, too, of a certain change in her.
She had been less in society, was more quiet than formerly, and more reticent in his presence, though she had never repulsed him. He had caught fewer glimpses of that side of her nature and character which he had once believed was sympathetic with his own. Misled by his own vanity into the constant belief that she was seriously in love with himself, he was determined to utilize her pa.s.sion for his own purposes. If she would not give kisses, she should give confidence.
"Mrs. Dillingham," he said, "I have been waiting to hear something about your pauper _protege_, and I have come to-night to find out what you know about him and his father."
"If I knew of anything that would be of real advantage to you, I would tell you, but I do not," she replied.
"Well, that's an old story. Tell that to the marines. I'm sick of it."
Mrs. Dillingham's face flushed.
"I prefer to judge for myself, if it's all the same to you," pursued the proprietor. "You've had the boy in your hands for months, and you know him, through and through, or else you are not the woman I have taken you for."
"You have taken me for, Mr. Belcher?"
"Nothing offensive. Don't roll up your pretty eyes in that way."
Mrs. Dillingham was getting angry.
"Please don't address me in that way again," she said.
"Well, what the devil have you to do with the boy any way, if you are not at work for me? That's what I'd like to know."
"I like him, and he is fond of me."
"I don't see how that helps me," responded Mr. Belcher.
"It is enough for me that I enjoy it."
"Oh, it is!"
"Yes, it is," with an emphatic nod of the head.
"Perhaps you think that will go down with me. Perhaps you are not acquainted with my way of doing business."
"Are you doing business with me, Mr. Belcher? Am I a partner of yours?
If I am, perhaps you will be kind enough to tell me--business-like enough to tell me--why you wish me to worm secrets out of this boy."
It was Mr. Belcher's turn to color.
"No, I will not. I trust no woman with my affairs. I keep my own councils."
"Then do your own business," snappishly.
"Mrs. Dillingham, you and I are friends--destined, I trust, to be better friends--closer friends--than we have ever been. This boy is of no consequence to you, and you cannot afford to sacrifice a man who can serve you more than you seem to know, for him."
"Well," said the lady, "there is no use in acting under a mask any longer. I would not betray the confidence of a child to serve any man I ever saw. You have been kind to me, but you have not trusted me. The lad loves me, and trusts me, and I will never betray him. What I tell you is true. I have learned nothing from him that can be of any genuine advantage to you. That is all the answer you will ever get from me. If you choose to throw away our friends.h.i.+p, you can take the responsibility," and Mrs. Dillingham hid her face in her handkerchief.
Mr. Belcher had been trying an experiment, and he had not succeeded--could not succeed; and there sat the beautiful, magnanimous woman before him, her heart torn as he believed with love for him, yet loyal to her ideas of honor as they related to a confiding child! How beautiful she was! Vexed he certainly was, but there was a balm for his vexation in these charming revelations of her character.
"Well," he said rising, and in his old good-natured tone, "there's no accounting for a woman. I'm not going to bother you."
He seized her unresisting hand, pressed it to his lips, and went away.
He did not hear the musical giggle that followed him into the street, but, absorbed by his purpose, went home and mounted to his room. Locking the door, and peering about among the furniture, according to his custom, he sat down at his desk, drew out the old contract, and started at his usual practice. "Sign it," he said to himself, "and then you can use it or not--just as you please. It's not the signing that will trouble you; it's the using."
He tried the names all over again, and then, his heart beating heavily against the desk, he spread the doc.u.ment and essayed his task. His heart jarred him. His hand trembled. What could he do to calm himself? He rose and walked to his mirror, and found that he was pale. "Are you afraid?"
he said to himself. "Are you a coward? Ha! ha! ha! ha! Did I laugh? My G.o.d! how it sounded! Aren't you a pretty King of Wall Street! Aren't you a lovely President of the Crooked Valley Railroad! Aren't you a sweet sort of a nabob! You _must_ do it! Do you hear? You _must_ do it! Eh? do you hear? Sit down, sir! Down with you, sir! and don't you rise again until the thing is done."
The heart-thumping pa.s.sed away. The reaction, under the strong spur and steady push of will, brought his nerves up to steadiness, and he sat down, took his pencils and pens that had been selected for the service, and wrote first the name of Paul Benedict, and then, as witnesses, the names of Nicholas Johnson and James Ramsey.
So the doc.u.ment was signed, and witnessed by men whom he believed to be dead. The witnesses whose names he had forged he knew to be dead. With this doc.u.ment he believed he could defend his possession of all the patent rights on which the permanence of his fortune depended. He permitted the ink to dry, then folded the paper, and put it back in its place. Then he shut and opened the drawer, and took it out again. It had a genuine look.
Then he rang his bell and called for Phipps. When Phipps appeared, he said:
Sevenoaks Part 39
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