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Raish had forgotten his "off the track" statement, which was purely a commercial fiction invented on the spur of the moment to justify the high price he was charging for transportation. He was somewhat taken aback, but before he could think of a good excuse his companion spoke again. He was leaning forward, peering out at the house before which the car had stopped.
He heard the light keeper laugh sardonically. "Ho, ho, ho," chuckled Hallett. "You're a slick article, ain't you, Raish? Why, you wooden-headed swab, did you cal'late you was the only one that had heard about the directors' meetin' over to the Denboro Trust Company yesterday?
A poor man like me can't afford to have ten thousand dollars tied up as long's this is liable to be. Can he now? Eh? Can he, Cap'n?" "Humph! Well, I've got eight thousand tied up there myself." "Ye-es, but it don't make so much difference to you. You can afford to wait. You've got a gov'ment job." "Ye-es, and from what I hear you may be havin' a state job pretty soon yourself, Raish.
He loved that sort of thing; to be the possessor of "inside information," however slight, or even to be popularly supposed to possess it, had hitherto been the meat upon which this, Wellmouth's, Caesar, fed and grew great. But Raish was not enjoying this particular meal.
Well, bring him into the dinin' room and tell him I'll be right there. Humph!" she added, after Primmie had departed, "I wonder what Raish Pulcifer wants to see me about. I can't imagine, but I guess it isn't likely to be very important. I'll be back in a few minutes, Mr. Bangs."
Instead of appearing thrilled, as he certainly should, he smiled. "Ah yes," he observed, quietly. "That is what my friend has been doing, I believe. Yes, indeed, just that." Raish did not smile. He looked puzzled and a bit perturbed. "What friend?" he demanded. "Been doin' what?" "Hanging on and waiting, as you advise, Mr. Pulcifer. She has had ah several shares of the Development stock and she "
Raish did not answer immediately. His first move was to cross to the door by which his visitor had entered, close and lock it. His next was to lower the window shade a trifle. Then he turned and smiled nay, beamed upon that visitor. "Set down, set down, Perfessor," he urged, with great cordiality. "Well, well, well! It's good to see you again, be hanged if it ain't now!
A learned man evidently, a man apparently at home and sure of himself in a world long dead, but as helpless as a child in the practical world of to-day. She liked him, she could not help liking him, and it irritated her exceedingly to think that men like Raish Pulcifer and Erastus Beebe should take advantage of his childlike qualities to swindle him, even if the swindles were but petty.
But you cal'lated I didn't know it and that maybe you could unload your five hundred shares on to me at cut rates, eh? Raish, you're slick but you ain't bright, not very." He chuckled again. Mr. Pulcifer whistled, apparently expressing resignation. "ALL right, Cap'n," he observed, cheerfully, "just as you say. No harm in tryin', was there?
Doctor Powers came here to tell me that he had sold his shares to him and that Eben Snow and Jim Henry Willis have sold theirs in the same place. He says he doesn't know for certain, but he thinks Raish has bought out all the little stockholders. He's been quietly buyin' the Development stock for the last week." Mr. Bangs took off his spectacles and put them on again.
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