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Da Souza had made a fortune trading fiery rum on the Congo and had probably done more to debauch the niggers he spoke of so bitterly than any man in Africa. "The Bekwando people have a bad name very bad name. As for any sense of commercial honour my dear Trent, one might as well expect diamonds to spring up like mushrooms under our feet."
For days sometimes a visitor was kept waiting his pleasure, not altogether certain either as to his ultimate fate, for there were ugly stories as to those who had journeyed to Bekwando and never been seen or heard of since.
He told her of the natives of Bekwando, of the days they had spent amongst them in that squalid hut when their fate hung in the balance day by day, and every shout that went up from the warriors gathered round the house of the King was a cry of death.
If ever he got there, what would be the price of Bekwando shares on the morrow? On the bridge Da Souza saw him accost a policeman, and brushing close by, heard him ask the same question. The man shook his head, but pointed eastwards. "I can't say exactly, sir, but somewhere in the City, for certain," he answered.
Sometimes it was Monty crying to him from the bush, sometimes the yelling of those savages at Bekwando seemed to fill the air, sometimes Ernestine was there, listening to his passionate pleading with cold, set face, In the dead of night he saw her and the still silence was broken by his hoarse, passionate cries, which they strove in vain to check.
"I've been into the City to-day as you know," Trent continued, "and I found as I expected that you have been making efforts to dispose of your share in the Bekwando Syndicate." "I can assure you " "Oh rot!" Trent interrupted. "I know what I'm talking about. I won't have you sell out. Do you hear? If you try it on I'll queer the market for you at any risk.
His prosperity was altogether bound up in the success of the Bekwando Syndicate he was never the man to kill the goose which was laying such a magnificent stock of golden eggs. The affair, so far as he was concerned, troubled him scarcely at all on cool reflection. As he drew near the little plantation he even forgot all about it. Something else was filling his thoughts!
Da Souza seems to be selling out carefully a few at a time, and my brokers are buying most of them. Pound shares are nineteen shillings to-day. They'll be between three and four pounds, a week after I get back." "And when shall you go?" the boy asked. "Directly I get a man out here I can trust and things are fixed with his Majesty the King of Bekwando!
I tell you that to part with half your fortune would ruin you, and the Bekwando Company could never be floated." "I don't anticipate parting with half," Trent said coolly. "Monty hasn't long to live and he ought not to be hard to make terms with." Da Souza beat his hands upon the handles of his deck-chair. "But why go near him at all? He thinks that you are dead.
This was bad news for him, and he was thankful that they had not carried out their first plan and commenced their prospecting at Bekwando village. "We have a charter," he said, "and, if necessary, we must fight. I'm glad to be prepared though." "A charter!" Francis pulled himself together and looked curiously at the man who was still bending over him.
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