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I am not going to throw this one away for the sake of a sentiment." "Sentiment hardly describes the case," said Cornish, thoughtfully. "Do you mean to tell me that you do not care about all these deaths about these poor devils of malgamiters?" And he looked hard at his companion beneath the lamp. "Not a d n," answered Roden. "I have been poor you haven't. Why, man!
In what may be called the prospectus of the Malgamite scheme it was stated that this great charity was inaugurated for the purpose of relieving the distress of the malgamiters one of the industrial scandals of the day by enabling these afflicted men to make their deadly product at a cheaper rate and without danger to themselves.
"Then you are not disposed to withdraw your name from the concern?" asked Cornish. "Most certainly not, my dear Anthony. What have the malgamiters done that I should, so to speak, abandon them at the first difficulty which has presented itself?" "And what about the profits?" inquired Cornish, bluntly. "Mr. Roden is our paid secretary.
I say, Cornish you must stick by me I have been thinking. What am I to do with the malgamiters? I cannot manage the devils as Von Holzen did. I'm I'm a bit afraid of them, Cornish." "Oh, that will be all right. Why, we have Wade, and can send for White if we want him. Do not worry yourself about that. What you want is breakfast. Have you had any?" "No.
As the meeting was too small for applause, Lord Ferriby only allowed sufficient time for this great truth to be assimilated, and then continued "It is proposed, therefore, that we turn the Malgamite Works into a company, the most numerous shareholders to be the malgamiters themselves. The most numerous shareholders, mark you not the heaviest shareholders. These shall be ourselves.
They left some of their number on the sand behind them, for White was a hard hitter. "Give it to them, Tony!" White cried, with a ring of exultation in his voice. "Knock 'em down as they come!" For there was only one path, and the malgamiters had to run the gauntlet of Tony Cornish, who knocked some of them over neatly enough as they passed, selecting the big ones, and letting the others go free.
For Percy Roden was handicapped with that greatest of all drags on a successful career a soft heart. He could speak harshly enough of the malgamiters as a class, but he was drawn towards this dumb individual, with a strong desire to effect the impossible. Von Holzen had not promised that there should be no deaths.
"He called at the Villa des Dunes. My brother brought him in to tea the evening of arrival of the first batch of malgamiters," replied Dorothy. "Mr. Cornish interests me," said Mrs. Vansittart. "I knew him when he was a boy or little more than a boy. He came to Weimar with a tutor to learn German when I happened to be living there. I have heard of him from time to time since.
"At all events, all that Percy told me made me anxious to meet you. It is rather lonely, you know, at the Villa des Dunes. You see, Percy is engaged all day with his malgamiters. And, of course, we know no one here yet." "There is Herr von Holzen," suggested Mrs. Vansittart, ringing the bell for tea. "Oh yes. The man who is associated with Percy at the works? I do not know him.
For to-morrow I cannot answer. You understand?" "Yes," answered Dorothy, with a sudden light in her eyes, "I understand." "Your brother must take care of himself. I care nothing for Lord Ferriby, or any others concerned in this, but only for Tony Cornish, for whom I have an affection, for he was part of my past life when I was happy. As for the malgamiters, they and their works may go hang!"
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