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Heyfuss entered smilingly, saluted both satellites of the Blue Star and sat down. "Well, gentlemen," he announced, "wonders will never cease. Every day I'm seeing, hearing and doing wonderful things in the shipping business. Day before yesterday I bought the old barkentine Mayfair.
"Call up J. O. Heyfuss & Co. and tell them to take their cargo of zinc ore in bulk for your schooner Mindoro and go to the devil with it!" "But, good gracious, boy, I have to get something for her homeward trip!" "In this case nothing is better than something. Do you know anything about zinc ore?" "Yes; as much as an Eskimo knows about the doctrine of transubstantiation." "I thought so.
I insist on buying." He reached for Cappy's desk 'phone. "I'm going to tell Hudner to prepare the bill of sale that I'll be up in fifteen minutes with the check. He who hesitates is lost, and " The door opened and a youth stood in the entrance. "Mr. J. O. Heyfuss is calling," he announced.
Matt thanked him, entered a telephone booth and on consulting the telephone directory, discovered that J. O. Heyfuss was a broker. "I'll have to step lively to beat Heyfuss to it," he soliloquized, and forthwith hastened down to the office of the Blue Star Navigation Company. "Well, young man!" Cappy greeted him genially. "How about you?" "Never mind me. How about the Tillicum?"
I heard him give it to J. O. Heyfuss on the floor of the Merchants' Exchange two weeks ago, when Heyfuss tried to sneak up on his blind side and hang that cargo of zinc ore on him. I guess they weren't importing much zinc ore when you were active in business, Cappy, or you'd have known all about it. You see the plot, don't you?
"Show him in immediately," Cappy ordered, glad of the opportunity to delay Matt's telephonic acceptance of the vessel at Hudner's price. "Hold on a minute, Matt," he continued, turning to his son-in-law. "Heyfuss is a ship broker; maybe he has a ship to sell us; she might prove to be a better buy than the Penelope... Howdy, Heyfuss? Come in and sit down." Mr.
Sold her to a big Eastern powder company. She goes into the nitrate trade, of course. These munition manufacturers must have powder, and to get powder they must have nitrate, and to get nitrate they must have ships, and to get ships they must pay the price. I got Hudner a million dollars for that ruin of a Penelope." Matt Peasley gently seized J. O. Heyfuss by the ear and led him to the door.
Don't know what it looks like.... Yes; that freight rate is acceptable. We should have more, but God forbid that we should be considered human hogs... Yes.... Sure it's for discharge in San Francisco? ... All right. Close for it.... Good-bye!... Hey there, Heyfuss! Don't close in a hurry. See if you can't get the charterers to pay the towage over to her loading port.
As soon as Heyfuss learned that Matt Peasley and Skinner had gone away, leaving a defenseless old man on the job, he organized himself to spear you." "The shameless son of a sea cook! By gravy, Gus, you're my friend!" "Need any more proof?" "Not a speck." "Then I'll give you some.
"Come in, Gus, my dear boy," he chirped, "and rest your face and hands." He turned to the stenographer. "That will be all, my dear, for the present. I can't dictate business secrets in the presence of this ahem harumph-h-h! er " His desk telephone rang. Cappy took down the receiver and grunted. "J. O. Heyfuss & Co. are calling you, Mr. Ricks," his private exchange operator announced.
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