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"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.
Elderberry's circular of 1914. It was issued without our knowledge or authority. It is no evidence that the mine was worth ten millions or any other amount at that time." "Oh! Oh!" choked Mr. Tutt, while Miss Wiggin giggled delightedly into her brief case. Judge Pollak bent upon Mr. Greenbaum a withering glance.
Greenbaum glanced sharply round the plate-glass lake that separated him from the other directors of Horse's Neck, rather as if he had detected his associates in a crime.
Everything they did was with and by the advice of counsel. Yet not one of these active-minded gentlemen, including Mr. Greenbaum, the dolichocephalous Scherer and the acephalous Hunn, had ever done a stroke of productive work or contributed anything toward the common weal.
"That's all you know about it, my dear," he answered. "More likely it would cost me a hundred thousand dollars." Mr. Tobias Greenbaum, of Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck, carefully placed his cigar where it would not char his Italian Renaissance desk and smoothed out the list which Mr. Elderberry, the secretary of The Horse's Neck Extension Copper Mining Company, handed to him.
"We want exactly one hundred thousand dollars." Greenbaum laughed derisively. "A hundred thousand fiddlesticks! This old jailbird swindled another crook, Bloom " "Oh, Bloom was a crook too, was he?" chuckled Mr. Tutt. "He worked for your firm, didn't he?" "That's nothing to do with it!" retorted Greenbaum angrily.
Tutt with fine scorn, "I shall tell this miserable cheating rogue and rascal either to pay you a hundred thousand dollars or go to hell." Mr. Tobias Greenbaum clenched his fists and cast a black glance upon the group. "You can wreck this corporation if you choose, you bunch of dirty blackmailers, but you'll get not a cent more than ten thousand. For the last time, will you take it or not?" Mr.
"So Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck are going to reorganize something, are they? Let 'em try! Not so long as I've got my hat!" "This is all very enigmatical to me," replied Miss Wiggin. "But then, I'm only a woman. Aren't they all right? Why shouldn't they reorganize a mine if it's exhausted?" "If it's exhausted why do they want to reorganize it?" he demanded, climbing to his feet.
"'United States District Court, Southern District of New York, Edward V. Barrows, Complainant against Horse's Neck Extension Mining Company, Defendant. "'Upon the subpoena herein and the complaint duly verified the nineteenth day of February, 1919, and the affidavit of Ephraim Tutt and " "Who in hell is Tutt?" shouted Greenbaum, interrupting.
All these various properties were either owned or controlled by Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck and had been acquired with the use of the same original capital in various entirely legal ways, which at the present moment are irrelevant. The firm was a strictly honorable business house, from both their own point of view and that of the Street.
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