Part 17 (1/2)

”Herr Pomuchelskopp,” said David, ”I came about the hides, and I wanted to ask about the wool. I got a letter----”

”Eh, what? wool and hides!” cried the notary. ”You can talk about those afterward. We came for this particular business that you know about.”

One may observe that the notary was a cunning business man, who could dispense with preliminaries, he took the bull by the horns, and that was what Pomuchelskopp liked,--he knew how to pull up nettles.

He went up to the notary, shook his hand, and motioned him to the sofa.

”Yes,” said he, ”it is a difficult, far-reaching piece of business.”

”Hm? Well, we can make it long or short, as you like. But difficult? I have managed much harder case's. David has a bill for two thousand five hundred; I myself lent him last quarter eight hundred and thirty. Would you like the note? Here it is.”

”It is good paper,” said Pomuchelskopp, gently and composedly, and he stood up and took the money for it out of his pocket.

”Will you have mine too?” asked David.

”I will take yours also,” said Pomuchelskopp, nodding his head with dignity, as if he were doing a great work for humanity. ”But, gentlemen,” he added, ”I take them on this condition. Make out a bill, in my name, that you are indebted to me for the amount, and keep these notes and worry him with them. He must be only worried, for if we carry it too far he will get the money somewhere else, and the right time hasn't come yet.”

”Yes,” said the notary, ”we understand; we can manage the business; but David has something else to tell you.”

”Yes,” said David, ”I have a letter from P----, when he has been with his regiment, from Marcus Seelig, who writes me that he can buy up about two thousand dollars of the lieutenant's paper, and if you would like--what do you say?”

”Hm?” said Pomuchelskopp, ”it is a good deal to take at one time; but--yes, you may get it for me.”

”But I have a condition, too,” said David. ”You must sell me the wool.”

”Well, why not?” said Slusuhr, slily treading on Pomuchelskopp's toes.

”Let him go and look at it.”

Pomuchelskopp understood the sign, and complimented David out of doors that he might go and examine the wool, and, when he returned and seated himself on the sofa by the notary, the latter laughed loudly, and said, ”We know each other!”

”What do you mean?” asked Pomuchelskopp, feeling as if he had stepped out of his coach into the mud.

”My friend,” said the notary, slapping him on the shoulder, ”I have known all along what you wanted, and, if you will pull at the same rope with me, you shall not fail of securing it.”

Good heavens, what a sly fox! Pomuchelskopp was frightened.

”Herr Notary, I don't deny----”

”No need of words between us. If things go as they should, you shall get Pumpelhagen in time, and David shall have his compound interest, and I--ah, I could manage the business myself, but it is a little too much for me to undertake,--I will take a mill or a farm, and by and by set up as a landed proprietor myself. But it will cost you a good deal of money.”

”That it will, G.o.d knows, a great deal of money; but that is no matter.

It torments me too much to look over at that beautiful estate; isn't it a sin and a shame it should be in such hands?”

The notary looked askance at him, as if to say, ”Do you really mean that?”

”Well,” said Pomuchelskopp, ”what do you look at me so for?”

”Are you sure you are not joking?” said the notary, laughing. ”If you want the end, you must use the means. You don't think that you can bring such an estate as Pumpelhagen to bankruptcy with a trumpery thousand thaler note? You must go to work on an entirely different plan; you must buy up all the mortgages on the estate.”

”I will do that,” whispered Pomuchelskopp, ”but there is Moses, with his seven thousand thalers not to be got at.”