Part 30 (1/2)

”There's no doubt that some of the facts are discouraging,” he said.

Herbert looked at him keenly.

”That is what struck me. Suppose you think the thing over and bring me down a fresh report a week from to-day. Stay a day or two, if you're not busy; I can get you some shooting, and we can talk over any points that seem to require it at leisure.”

Singleton sat silent a moment. He wanted to come back, and he did not believe the concession could be profitably worked by any usual methods.

For all that, he thought he could make something of the property; it was not altogether worthless, though it would require exceptional treatment.

”Perhaps that would be better,” he replied, ”I should be delighted to make another visit.”

Herbert took up the paper and looked at Singleton with a smile as he flung it into the fire.

”Now I think we'll go down,” he said. ”Mrs. Lansing will be waiting for us.”

Singleton spent the remainder of the evening with great content, talking to Sylvia. When she left him, Herbert met her in the hall.

”Thanks,” he smiled meaningly. ”Did you find the man interesting?”

”To some extent,” returned Sylvia; ”he's a type that's new to me.

Still, of course, he's a little raw, and inclined to be serious. I think one could see too much of him.”

”He's coming down again in a week.”

”Oh!” said Sylvia, with signs of protest. ”And after that?”

Herbert laughed.

”I don't think he'll make a third visit.”

CHAPTER XVI

A FORCED RETIREMENT

Singleton came down again to Brantholme, bringing his amended report, which met with Herbert's approval. He spent one wet day walking through turnip fields and stubble in search of partridges, and two delightful evenings with Mrs. Lansing and Sylvia, and then he was allowed to depart. He had served his purpose, and Herbert was glad to get rid of him. Lansing generally found it desirable to drop men for whom he had no more use; but he had not done with Singleton.

A day or two later, after his guest had left, Herbert sat in his office in a busy town with an open ledger in front of him. He looked thoughtful, and, as a matter of fact, he was reviewing the latter part of his business career, which had been marked by risks, boldly faced, but attended by keen anxiety. Though his wife had some money, Lansing had been hampered by lack of capital, and George's money had been placed at his disposal at a very opportune time. It had enabled him to carry the rubber company over what might have proved a crisis, and thus strengthen his position as director, by purchasing sufficient shares on George's account to keep the price from falling and defeat the intrigues of a clique of discontented investors. Now, however, the strain had slackened; Herbert's schemes had succeeded, and he had only to take his profit by selling out as quietly as possible. He had already given a broker orders to do so. He rather regretted that he could not dispose of George's shares, but these must be kept a little longer; to throw a large quant.i.ty upon the market would have a depressing effect and might arouse suspicion.

Presently a man with whom he had dealings was shown in and sat down.

His appearance indicated some degree of prosperity, but he looked disturbed and anxious.

”I met Jackson yesterday, and after what he told me of his interview with you, I thought I'd better run up and see you at once,” he explained.

Herbert had expected the visit.

”I'm at your service,” he said.

”What about the new company? I understand you haven't come to any decision yet about the suggestions we sent you for its flotation.”