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A trust company over here in your next town had twelve hundred shares, but we found out that they knew the value of the property and, if they learned what we were up to, would hold for a fancy price. So, through this chap Pulcifer we bought HIS five hundred shares we began buying up the thirteen hundred which would give us a controlling interest and force the other crowd to do what we wanted.
He was accustomed to boast that it did. But he had never been nearer to being stumped than at that moment. "You bought " He puffed the words as a locomotive puffs smoke when leaving a station. "Yes," said Galusha, calmly, "I bought both his and hers." "You did!... You did!... Well, by cripes! But but why?" "Because, I ah For reasons of my own, Mr. Pulcifer.
"There isn't anything goin' on so far as I know." "Then who bought your stock? The Denboro Trust Company folks?" "No. They don't know a thing about it." "'Twan't that blasted Pulcifer?" "No. I should hope not. Now don't ask any more, because I sha'n't tell you. It's a secret, that's all, and it's got to stay that way." He looked at her. She returned his look and nodded.
Well, Raish found out what the Eagle Company was up to and he started bein' up to somethin' himself." Mr. Pulcifer, so Miss Phipps went on to say, conceived the idea of buying the Skoonic Creek property before the Eagle Company could do so. The principal difficulty was that just then his own limited capital was tied up in various ways and he lacked ready money.
He had never disliked any one so much in all his life, he was sure of that. Also he was conscious of a great desire to help Martha in her trouble. Of course there was a certain measure of relief in learning that Pulcifer and not he was responsible for that trouble, but the relief was a small matter in comparison with the desire to help.
"I I forgot. Please forgive me. Cousin Gussie, this is Mr. Pulcifer. Mr. Pulcifer, this gentleman is my ah Cousin Gu I mean my cousin, Mr. Cabot, from Boston." But Mr. Pulcifer did not hear. He was staring at the names of the individual and of the firm upon the card and icy fingers were playing tunes up and down his vertebrae. For the second time that morning he could not speak. Cabot laughed.
If Ras Beebe or Miss Blount or some others of the group of East Wellmouthians who guessed Galusha Bangs to be "a little teched in the head," had seen that gentleman walking toward home after his interview with Mr. Pulcifer in the latter's office if they had seen him on his way to Gould's Bluffs that day, they would have ceased guessing and professed certain knowledge.
I think I can locate a fair-sized block of that stock at well, at a little bit underneath the market price. I believe yes, sir, I believe I can get it for you at at as low as eighteen dollars a share. I won't swear I can, of course, but I MAY be able to. Only you'll have to promise not to tell anybody how you got it." "Eighteen dollars a share? Is that a fair price, do you think, Mr. Pulcifer?"
Now what do you say?" Galusha rose and picked up his hat from the floor. "I'm afraid I must say no," he said, quietly, but with a firmness which even Raish Pulcifer's calloused understanding could not miss. "I could not think of accepting, really." "But, say, Perfessor " "No, Mr. Pulcifer. I could not." "But why not?
"Because well, I am sure you were speaking hastily without thinking." "Is that so? How do YOU know I wasn't thinkin'?" "Because I am sure no one who had stopped to think would send that sort of message to a lady." "Humph!... Well, I swear!... Wouldn't send I want to know!" "Yes ah and now you do know. Good-day, Mr. Pulcifer."
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