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Updated: June 17, 2025
I've something to tell you, something wonderful something that will bring our happiness near " Her voice sank to the tenderest accents. "What on earth " "You know Mr. Bivens John C. Calhoun Bivens?" "Yes," Stuart answered evenly, controlling himself with an effort. "Well, he has taken our second floor, I had a long talk with him last week." "Indeed!"
He hasn't done it." "He has been ill in bed ever since. He will come when he is up again." "Perhaps," Bivens answered, musingly. "Besides," she continued, "it's the right moment to approach him. The politicians have turned him down. Both parties have named new men for his office. He resents this action intensely. He don't want the office, but he does want the recognition of his services."
"Yes, I'll do it," Bivens continued with elation. "And I'll make my offer so big and generous I'll take his breath, so big that no man in human shape can resist it. I'll prepare every step so carefully that there can be no possibility of failure." "How?"
I'll be scared to death. You know I'm not used to this." Stuart smiled: "All right, I'll be there." "And a seat, Jim, where I can see you. I want a friend near the door when I start, or I'll never make it I'll drop on the way. You won't fail?" "No. You can depend on me." As Bivens closed the door the young lawyer threw himself back in his chair with a bitter laugh.
You must have money, if for no other reason, because I wish it!" "Even if I enter a career of crime with Bivens as my master?" "Come! Mr. Bivens is a devout member of the church. And you know that he's in dead earnest " "About getting to Heaven? Of course. That's simply his insurance policy against fire in the next world." "Oh, don't talk nonsense, Jim. The possession of money is not a crime."
Stuart settled back in his seat with angry disgust, and Bivens laughed. "Cheer up, it's no use to give orders for a funeral yet. If we can't get back to that yacht in fifteen minutes against any wind that blows to-day, I'll eat my hat. I'm feeling better than I have for months. I'm in for a good time. Don't be a piker." Stuart determined to make the best of it.
He would save Harriet that, too. As the court adjourned Bivens cursed his lawyers in a paroxysm of helpless rage. "Why didn't you appeal?" he stormed. "There is no appeal. The case is ended." "Ended!" The financier gasped. "Ended." Bivens suddenly threw his hand to his forehead, staggered and sank to the floor. A doctor who was near rushed to his side and lifted his head into his wife's arms.
He delayed action and began a careful, patient, thorough investigation. As it proceeded, his amazement increased. He found that Bivens had only scratched the surface of the truth. He found that the system of fraud and chicanery had spread from the heads of the big companies until the whole business world was honeycombed with its corruption.
At last he had them just where he wanted them. He signed the death warrant of the bank and handed it to his executioner without a word of comment. And then a most curious thing happened. The king summoned to his presence a little dark swarthy man. When Bivens received this order to appear at court he was dumfounded.
He forgot for the moment that he was a millionaire and had made his money by devious tricks with that smooth, delicately moulded hand. He only saw that Bivens, his old schoolmate, had unconsciously fallen into a trap. A word from him the word he wished spoken, and the woman he loved would be lost.
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