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I've paid for the securities I bought with it. The securities are not here. They're in the sinking-fund, or will be." He paused, wishing he had not mentioned that fact. It was a slip of the tongue, one of the few he ever made, due to the peculiar pressure of the situation. Stires pleaded longer. It was no use, Cowperwood told him. Finally he went away, crestfallen, fearsome, broken.
You find it in Arizona; and in the navies of all the northern countries. It added to his cowboy look. I knew nothing about Stires remember that on Naapu we never asked a man questions about himself but I liked him. He sat about on heaps of indescribable junk things that go into the bowels of ships and talked freely.
I think you and I can do this thing a little later, when we get the North Pennsylvania scheme under way. I'm so rushed just now I'm not sure that I want to undertake it at once; but you keep quiet and we'll see." He turned toward his desk, and Stener got up. Why should not the able and wonderful Cowperwood be allowed to make the two of them rich? "Just notify Stires, and he'll send you a check.
"You can do your resenting somewheres else," snapped Stires. "Both of you." "I go," murmured Ching Po. He stepped delicately towards the door. "No, you don't!" Follet's foot shot out to trip him. But the Chinaman melted past the crude interruption. "I go," he repeated, with ineffable sadness, from the threshold. The thing was utterly beyond me. I stood stock-still.
But if you doubt the strength of her sincerity, let me tell you what every one on Naapu was perfectly aware of: she could swim like a Kanaka; and she must have let herself go on those familiar waters, against every instinct, like a piece of driftwood. Stires may have managed to blink that fact; but no one else did.
Stener was just about to make another weak rejoinder when the door from the outer office opened, and Albert Stires, Stener's chief clerk, entered. Stener was too flustered to really pay any attention to Stires for the moment; but Cowperwood took matters in his own hands. "What is it, Albert?" he asked, familiarly. "Mr. Sengstack from Mr. Mollenhauer to see Mr. Stener."
I'm free to say I admire her very much. I guess that's all." "Nothing I can do for you, then?" Stires lighted a pipe. "If you're so set on helping me, you might watch over Ching Po a little." "What is he up to?" "Don't know. But it ain't like him to be sitting round idle when there's harm to be done.
What are the facts in this case? What have the witnesses testified to? What has George W. Stener testified to, Albert Stires, President Davison, Mr. Cowperwood himself? What are the interesting, subtle facts in this case, anyhow? Gentlemen, you have a very curious problem to decide."
He might get on his feet again if he failed; but it would be uphill work. And his father! His father would be pulled down with him. It was probable that he would be forced out of the presidency of his bank. With these thoughts Cowperwood sat there waiting. As he did so Aileen Butler was announced by his office-boy, and at the same time Albert Stires. "Show in Miss Butler," he said, getting up.
With the seventy-five thousand dollars his friends had extended to him, and sixty thousand dollars secured from Stires, Cowperwood met the Girard call and placed the balance, thirty-five thousand dollars, in a private safe in his own home. He then made a final appeal to the bankers and financiers, but they refused to help him. He did not, however, commiserate himself in this hour.
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