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Tutt's eager hand, glanced through it and turned sharply upon the quaking Chippingham. "How long have you been attorney for Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck?" "Twelve years, Your Honor." "Who is Wilson W. Elderberry?" "He is the secretary of the Horse's Neck Extension, Your Honor." "Is he in court?" From a distant corner Mr. Elderberry bashfully rose. "Come here!" ordered the court.
"Well, they don't!" snapped Greenbaum, "and we're under no obligations to tell 'em. They can infer what they like from the fact that Horse's Neck has been selling for ten cents a share for the last three years." "Is that right, Chippingham?" inquired Beck of the attorney who was in attendance. "I mean is it legal?" "Perfectly legal," replied Mr. Chippingham conclusively.
He glowered breathless at his adversary. "Oh! Oh!" groaned Mr. Tutt in horrified tones. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" expostulated the court. "This will not do!" "I beg pardon of the court," stammered Mr. Chippingham. "Your Honor," mourned Mr. Tutt, "I have practised here for thirty years and this is the first time I have ever been insulted in open court. A strike suit?
"Hanged if I know," answered Mike, snipping a piece of fluff off his judgeship's shoulder. "There's a white-bearded old guy, two or three swell gents with tall hats, Counselor Tutt and an attorney named Chippingham, besides that pretty Miss Wiggin; and they ain't speakin' none to one another, neither." "It must be that mining-reorganization case," answered the judge. "Well, it's time to go in."
Chippingham, whose bald head had been bobbing about in excited contiguity with the tall hats, "this is a most misleading statement. The assets of Horse's Neck aren't worth a hundred thousand dollars.
Will a little water, a little rust, a little trouble with labor reduce the value of a great property like this from ten millions of dollars to one hundred thousand one per cent of its appraised value? Either" he fixed Chippingham with an exultant and terrifying glance "they were lying then or they are lying now!" "Let me look at that circular," directed Judge Pollak. He took it from Mr.
"May I be pardoned for interrupting?" sneered Chippingham, springing to his feet. "I think the court should be informed at the outset that this man, Barrows, is a notorious ex-convict." Judge Pollak raised his eyebrows. "This is an outrage!" thundered Mr. Tutt, his form rising ceilingward.
"Did your firm sell any of its holdings in Horse's Neck after the issuance of that circular?" Greenbaum hesitated. He would have liked to wring that judge's neck. "Why how do I know? We may have." "Did you?" "Say 'yes, for God's sake," hissed Chippingham "or you'll land in the pen!" "I am informed that we did," answered Greenbaum defiantly. "That is, I don't say we did. Very likely we did.
"Is it all right for us to underwrite the stock ourselves at half price?" inquired Mr. Beck. "I mean is it legal?" "Sure!" reiterated Mr. Chippingham. "Somebody's got to underwrite it; why not us?" "Move we adjourn," said Mr. Greenbaum. "Elderberry the usual." Mr. Elderberry removed from his change pocket five glittering gold pieces and slid one across the glass sheet to each director.
Elderberry was under a convincing delusion that he could actually hear the thoughts that were rattling round in Mr. Greenbaum's brain. "You there?" he inquired presently. "Oh, yes, I'm here!" retorted Greenbaum. "This is the devil of a note! Have you spoken to Chippingham?" "Yes." "What does he say?" "He says it's awkward.
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