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Scherer, a dolichocephalous person with very black hair and thin bluish cheeks. "It's a pity we didn't buy it all in at ten cents a share." "We did!" retorted Greenbaum. "All that could be shaken out. We've got all the stock that hasn't gravitated to the cemeteries." "Even if the Amphalula vein doesn't run into it it will come near enough to make Horse's Neck worth dollars per share.

It's a heads-I-win-tails-you-lose proposition," commented Mr. Hunn dryly. "Who controls Amphalula?" "We do," snapped Greenbaum. "Then it's a cinch," returned Hunn mildly. "Shake out the sleepers, reorganize, and sell or hold as seems most advisable later on." Mr. Elderberry cleared his throat tentatively.

Mr. Tutt laughed genially. "Oh, well," he said, "it's no matter who owns it. Elderberry just telephoned me that he had received a telegram from the Amphalula that the vein had definitely run out. It's all over including the shouting." "Elderberry telephone you?" queried Miss Wiggin in astonishment. "Yes, Elderberry. You see, he's done, he says, with Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck.

Now, as a matter of morals or of law the only thing that made the proposed reorganization unethical or inequitable was the single trifling fact that those responsible for it were the only ones who knew of the existence and proximity of the Amphalula vein.

"Isaacs says," he announced in an arrogant, almost insulting tone, though below the surface he was an entirely genial person, "that the new vein in the Amphalula runs into the west drift of Horse's Neck almost to where we quit work in Number Nine five years ago." "If it does it will make it a bonanza property," emphatically declared his partner, Mr.

Elderberry was not only the professional salaried secretary of Horse's Neck but was also treasurer of the Amphalula, and general factotum, representative and interlocking director for Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck in their various mining enterprises, combining in his person almost as many offices as, Pooh-Bah in "The Mikado."

Then there's quite an indebtedness about seventy-five thousand; and tax liens another fifty. Half a million dollars would put Horse's Neck on the map, and if the Amphalula vein crosses the property it will be worth ten millions. If it doesn't, the chance that it is going to will make a market for the stock." Mr.

Your Honor, they want to reorganize Horse's Neck because they think there's a vein in Amphalula that crosses one of the old workings and that it'll make the property worth millions and millions." Utter silence descended upon the court room silence broken only by the slow ticktack of the self-winding clock on the rear wall and the whine of the electric cars on Park Row.

When you attempted to block this proposed reorganization you knew nothing about the Elderberry circular of 1914 valuing the property at ten million, or of the Amphalula vein. On its face you were attempting to wreck a perfectly honest piece of financiering, and unless it was a strike suit which I hope and pray it wasn't " "Strike suit!" protested Mr. Tutt with a slight twinkle in his eye.

"Your swindling client traded some bum stock in a fake corporation for Bloom's stock, which he received for bona fide services " "Like Elderberry's?" inquired Tutt innocently. "Your man never paid a cent for his holdings. That alone would throw him out of court. The mine isn't worth a cent without the Amphalula vein. We're taking a big chance.