Part 2 (1/2)

Entertaining talker too. And if I'm not mistaken, it was he who opened a good-natured discussion as to the limit of actual personal acquaintance which the average man has, ending by his betting fifty dollars--rather foolishly, I admit--that you could not remember the names and addresses of twenty persons whom you actually disliked. Well, you won. Here is the list you made out.”

And the stunned way J. Bayard gawps at the piece of paper brings out a snicker from me. He flushes up at that and glares down at Judson.

”Tactics worthy of a Tombs lawyer!” says he. ”I congratulate you on your high-cla.s.s legal methods!”

”Oh, not at all,” says Judson. ”A suggestion of Mr. Gordon's. Another evidence of his insight into character, as well as his foresight into events. So, you see, Mr. Steele, if you decline to become the benefactor of Mr. Gordon's enemies, his money goes to yours!”

”The old fox!” snarls J. Bayard. ”Why--I--let me see that list again.”

It's no more'n gripped in his fingers than he steps back quick and begins tearin' it to bits. I'd jumped for him and had his wrists clinched when Judson waves me off.

”Only a copy,” says he smilin'. ”I have several more. Sit down, Mr.

Steele, and let me give you another.”

Kind of dazed and subdued, J. Bayard submits to bein' pushed into a chair. After a minute or so he fixes his gla.s.ses again, and begins starin' at the fresh list, mumblin' over some of the names to himself.

”To them! Three millions!” says he gaspy.

”Roughly estimated,” says Judson, ”that would be about one hundred and fifty thousand dollars apiece which you would, in effect, hand over.”

”And the only way to keep them from getting it,” goes on Steele, ”is for me to spend my time hunting up Pyramid Gordon's lot?”

”Not entirely without recompense,” adds the lawyer. ”As an inducement for doing the work thoroughly, I am authorized to give you a commission on all you spend in that way.”

”How much?” demands the other.

”Twenty per cent.,” says Judson. ”For instance, if in doing some kind and generous deed for a person on Mr. Gordon's list, you spend, say, five thousand, you get a thousand for yourself.”

”Ah!” says Steele, perkin' up consider'ble.

”The only condition being,” goes on the lawyer, ”that in each case your kind and generous proposals must have the indors.e.m.e.nt and approval of Professor McCabe, who is asked to give his advice in these matters on a five per cent. basis. I may add that a like amount comes to me in place of any other fee. So you see this is to be a joint enterprise. Is that satisfactory to you, Mr. McCabe?”

”It's more'n I usually get for my advice,” says I, ”and I guess Pyramid Gordon knew well enough he didn't have to pay for anything like that from me. But if that's the way he planned it out, it goes.”

”And you, Mr. Steele?” says Judson.

”One dollar for every five that I can spend of Pyramid Gordon's money?”

says he, wrinklin' his eye corners. ”With pleasure! When may I begin?”

”Now,” says Judson, reachin' prompt into a pigeonhole and producin' a sealed envelope. ”Here is the first name on the list. When you bring me Professor McCabe's indors.e.m.e.nt of any expenses incurred, or sum to be paid out, I shall give you a check at once.”

And, say, the last I see of J. Bayard he was driftin' through the door, gazin' absentminded at the envelope, like he was figurin' on how much he could grab off at the first swipe. I gazes after him thoughtful until the comic side of it struck me.

”This is a hot combination we're in, eh?” I chuckles to the lawyer gent.

”Steele, Judson & McCabe, Joy Distributers; with J. Bayard there wieldin' the fairy wand. Why, say, I'd as quick think of askin' Sc.r.a.ppy McGraw to preside at a peace conference!”

Mr. Judson's busy packin' away his papers in a doc.u.ment case; but he smiles vague over his shoulder.