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Updated: May 13, 2025
You take it from me that this tip ain't the one best bet." Bobby left the gymnasium with a certain degree of dissatisfaction, not only with Mr. Applerod's scheme but with the fact that wherever he went his father's business wisdom was thrown into his teeth. That evening, drawn to the atmosphere into which events had plunged him, he dined at the Traders' Club.
When that name began to appear in print, coupled with flaming advertisements of Applerod's devising, there was grave danger of the rosy-cheeked old gentleman's losing every button from every fancy vest in his possession.
It was inscribed: To my Son if he is Fool Enough to Take up With Applerod's Swamp Scheme Rather impatiently Bobby tore it open, and on the inside he found: "When shrewd men persist in passing up an apparently cinch proposition, don't even try to find out what's the matter with it. In this six-cylinder age no really good opportunity runs loose for twenty-four hours."
Whatever follies inexperience may have led you to commit, you are, at any rate, sir, a man, like your father was before you!" and by way of emphasis Johnson smacked his fist on his desk as he glared in Mr. Applerod's direction. "It's all very well to show fight, Johnson," said Bobby, a little wanly, "but just the same I have to acknowledge defeat. I am afraid I boasted too much.
"Why, Burnit, the work is nearly done and I have already in sight seventy-six thousand dollars of clear profit over my investment." Bobby did not remind Applerod that his four thousand dollars represented only a trifling part of the investment required to yield this seventy-six thousand dollars' profit. Yet, after all, there was no flaw in Applerod's commercial reasoning.
Bobby straightened his face as Johnson, still blazing, came in from watching Applerod's ignominious retreat. "Well, Johnson," said he, ignoring the incident as closed, "what can I do for you to-day?" "Nothing!" snapped Johnson. "I have forgotten what I came for!" and going out he slammed the door behind him.
"I should scarcely think he would care to come here after the unfortunate outcome of the work I did for him," said Mr. Platt. "You mean on old Applerod's Subtraction?" "You couldn't hardly call it the Applerod Addition, could you?" responded Jimmy with a smile. "That was a most unlucky transaction for me as well as for Mr. Burnit." Biff looked about the room comprehendingly.
It is my stock, but I don't want him to know it." Hanging up the receiver old Johnson sat in the chair by Bobby's desk and his thin shoulders heaved with laughter. "Applerod will be plumb crazy when he finds that out," he said. "To think that I have fifteen thousand dollars' worth of this good stock that didn't cost me a cent, all paid for with Applerod's own five thousand dollars!"
"The larger portion of it, the ninety-two acres adjoining Mr. Applerod's twenty," Mr. Thorne advised him, "was taken up by Miles, Eddy and Company. The north eight acres are owned by Mr. Silas Trimmer, and I am quite positive, from what Mr. Trimmer told me, not two hours later, that this parcel is not for sale." Bobby's heart sank.
It is one of the neatest opportunities I have ever seen, and I want to congratulate you upon your shrewdness in having picked out such a splendid investment." This, Bobby felt, was praise from Cæsar, and he was correspondingly elated. He did not return to the study until in the afternoon. He found Johnson livid with abhorrence of Applerod's gaudy metamorphosis.
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