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But it was all true enough. The next morning's mail brought a letter from Mrs. Ryder, who wrote to the effect that Mr. Ryder would like the work to begin at once, and adding that a suite of rooms would be ready for her the following afternoon. Shirley did not hesitate.
And then, think of his power in Washington! He uses the Treasury as if it were one of his branch offices." "It seems frightful," said Lucy. "And that old man over eighty! I'm glad that I met him, at any rate." She paused, seeing Stanley Ryder in the doorway. He was evidently looking for her.
Ryder was president of the Gotham Trust Company, an institution whose magnificent marble front was one of the sights of Fifth Avenue. He was a man a trifle under fifty, tall and distinguished-looking, with an iron-grey mustache, and the manners of a diplomat.
On Saturday afternoon, when Montague went down to Harvey's Long Island home, his brother met him at the ferry. "Allan," he began, immediately, "did you know that Lucy had come down here with Stanley Ryder?" "Heavens, no!" exclaimed Montague. "Is Ryder down here?" "He got Harvey to invite him," Oliver replied. "And I know it was for no reason in the world but to be with Lucy.
"No no not that. Tell them you are using the room; tell them," said Ryder with very brisk and serious inspiration, "tell them your petticoat is coming off!" "Why Jack Ryder!" said Jinny indignantly. "Nonsense," said he to her indignation. "Don't you remember when your aunt's petticoat came off on the way to church? It happens." "But it doesn't run in families!"
She fitted it into the ancient lock and turned it; carefully she pressed open the gate and stared anxiously into the gloom of the shadowy garden that it disclosed. Relief colored her voice as she turned to him. "All is quiet.... I am safe, now.... And so good-bye, monsieur." "And this is where you live?" Ryder whispered.
No scruples embarrassed Ryder in arriving at this determination. From his point of view he was fully justified. "Business is business. He hurts my interests; therefore I remove him." So he argued, and he considered it no more wrong to wreck the happiness of this honourable man than he would to have shot a burglar in self-defence.
I have my own certificates here; and I have to say that I consider you are under obligation to purchase this stock at the same price which you paid for the new stock; namely, fifty dollars a share." Ryder stared at him. "Mr. Montague, you amaze me!" he said. "I am sorry for that," said Montague. His voice was hard, and there was a grim look upon his face. He fixed his eyes upon Ryder.
Ryder held by Mrs. Snow and the rest. Captain Jerry solemnly shook hands with him after the meal was over and said, "Perez, you done the right thing. There's nothin' like married life, after all." "Then why don't you try it yourself?" was the unexpected question. "Seems to me we'll have to settle that matter of yours pretty soon.
She looked like a bit of the old plantation life, summoned up from the past by the wave of a magician's wand, as the poet's fancy had called into being the gracious shapes of which Mr. Ryder had just been reading. He rose from his chair and came over to where she stood. "Good-afternoon, madam," he said. "Good-evenin', suh," she answered, ducking suddenly with a quaint curtsy.
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