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He realized that he must now cool his heels in anterooms, and communicate with chiefs through the medium of their subordinates. "You have an item in to-day's paper regarding the forthcoming notation of Hudson Bay Transport, Ltd. Mr Clifford Matheson's name is mentioned as Chairman. I should very much like to know if you have had confirmation of that item, and from where it was obtained."
Lars Larssen knew that Clifford Matheson had the habit of carrying a small typewriter with him on his journeys, in order to get through correspondence while on trains and steamers. Many busy men carry them. This habit of Matheson's was exceedingly useful for his present purpose.
Any man or woman who stood between him and his great goal was to be thrust aside or used as a stepping-stone. Matheson, for instance he was to be used. There must be something underlying Matheson's sudden access of scruples what was it? A case of cherchez la femme? Or political ambitions, perhaps? If he could arrive at the motive, it might open up a new avenue for persuasion.
In fact, she had asked anxiously if anything had gone wrong with the scheme. Sir Francis Letchmere might of course be closer in Matheson's business confidence, and that was one of the reasons for travelling to Monte Carlo and talking to him face to face. But with his keen intuitive sense, Lars Larssen felt that the explanation was in some way connected with this mysterious John Rivière.
Matheson's objections proved to be well founded. The mine was opened so near the stream that water broke through into it, as Matheson had predicted, and though a strong wall was built, the water still got in, and it was difficult to keep it pumped out sufficiently to work. Some of the men struck.
"Try it, Shenac," said Hamish, bringing a handful of rolls of wool from his mother's wheel. "She'll need to learn first," said Shenac Dhu. But Shenac had tried Mary Matheson's wheel more than once; and besides, as Mr Rugg had often said, and now triumphantly repeated, she had a "faculty." There really did seem nothing that she could not learn to do more easily than other people.
"I am going to have dinner with my pupil to-night," he said triumphantly. "He wants me to come over and get his trunk. Says he's got a good room now and he's much obliged to you fellows for your trouble. Have you heard that there's another Smith in school son of a big Chicago man? There's some great material here this fall, don't you think?" Bangs tripped on Matheson's pet toe and went away.
He reached for the electric bell to summon Sylvester as a witness to Matheson's signature, but at that very moment the secretary knocked and entered quickly with an open cablegram, which he passed to his chief. Larssen's face grew white as he read it, but he said nothing beyond: "Wait to witness a signature." Matheson took the prospectus and read it through mechanically.
Matheson described as a Busman's Holiday." At mention of Dr. Matheson's name Adderley visibly started. "So you know Matheson," he murmured. "I didn't know you had ever met him." Plainly to hide his confusion he stood up, and crossing the room drew my attention to a rather fine silver bowl of early Persian ware.
He threw off his gloves and fur-lined coat and adjusted the lights before he answered that his visitor could be shown in. He added that the clerk could lock up his own rooms and leave, as he would not be wanted any longer that evening. There was a quiet simplicity in Matheson's office that one would scarcely associate with the operations of high finance.
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