THE CHARM OF THE OLD WORLD ROMANCES – Premium 10 Book Collection. Robert Barr

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      'Is Mr. Longworth in?'

      'Yes, sir. Which Mr. Longworth do you want—the young gentleman or Mr. John Longworth?'

      'I wish to see the senior member of the firm.'

      'Ah! have you an appointment with him?'

      'No, I have not; but perhaps if you will take this card to him, and if he is not busy, he may see me.'

      'He is always very busy, sir.'

      'Well, take the card to him; and if he doesn't happen to remember the name, tell him I met him on board the Caloric.'

      'Very good, sir.' And with that the clerk disappeared, leaving Kenyon to ponder over in his mind the still unsettled question of what he should say to Mr. Longworth if he were ushered into his presence. As he stood there waiting, with the host of men busily and silently working around him, amid the general air of important affairs pervading the place, he made up his mind that Mr. Longworth would not see him, and so was rather surprised when the clerk came back without the card, and said, 'Will you please step this way, sir?'

      Passing through a pair of swinging doors, his conductor tapped lightly at a closed one, and then opened it.

      'Mr. Kenyon, sir,' he said respectfully, and then closed the door behind him, leaving John Kenyon standing in a large room somewhat handsomely furnished, with two desks near the window. From an inner room came the muffled click, click, click of a type-writer. Seated at one of the desks was young Longworth, who did not look round as Kenyon was announced. The elder gentleman, however, arose, and cordially held out his hand.

      'How are you, Mr. Kenyon?' he said. 'I am very pleased to meet you again. The terror of our situation on board that ship does not seem to have left an indelible mark upon you. You are looking well.'

      'Yes,' said John; 'I am very glad to be back in London again.'

      'Ah, I imagine we all like to get back. By the way, it was a much more serious affair than we thought at the time on board the Caloric.'

      'So I see by the papers.'

      'How is your friend? He seemed to take it very badly.'

      'Take what badly?' asked John in astonishment.

      'Well, he appeared to me, at the time of the accident, to feel very despondent about our situation.'

      'Oh yes, I remember now. Yes, he did feel a little depressed at the time; but it was not on account of the accident. It was another matter altogether, which, happily, turned out all right.'

      'I am glad of that. By the way, have you made your report to the directors yet?'

      'Yes; we were at a meeting of the directors to-day.'

      'Ah, I could not manage to be there. To tell the truth, I have made up my mind to do nothing with those Ottawa mines. You do not know what action the Board took in the matter, do you?'

      'No, they merely received our report; in fact, they had had the report before, but there were some questions they desired to ask us, which we answered apparently to their satisfaction.'

      'Who were there? Sir Ropes McKenna was in the chair, I suppose?'

      'Yes, sir, he was there.'

      'Ah, so I thought. Well, my opinion of him is that he is merely a guinea-pig—you know what that is? I have made up my mind to have nothing more to do with the venture, at any rate. And so they were pleased with your report, were they?'

      'They appeared to be. They passed us a vote of thanks, and one or two of the gentlemen spoke in rather a complimentary manner of what we had done.'

      'I am glad of that. By the way, William, you know Mr. Kenyon, do you not?'

      The young man looked round with an abstracted air, and gazed past, rather than at, John Kenyon.

      'Kenyon, Kenyon,' he said to himself, as if trying to recollect a name that he had once heard somewhere. 'I really don't——'

      'Tut, tut!' said the old man, 'you remember Mr. Kenyon on board the Caloric?'

      'Oh, ah, yes; certainly—oh, certainly. How do you do, Mr. Kenyon? I had forgotten for the moment. I thought I had met you in the City somewhere. Feeling first-rate after your trip, I hope.' And young Mr. Longworth fixed his one eyeglass in its place and flashed its glitter on Kenyon.

      'I am very well, thanks.'

      'That's right. Let me see, your business with the London Syndicate is concluded now, is it not?'

      'Yes, it is done with.'

      'Ah, and what are you doing? Have you anything else on hand?'

      'Well, that is what I wish to see you about.'

      'Really?'

      'Yes; I—you remember, perhaps, we had some talk about a mica-mine near the Ottawa River?'

      'On my soul, I don't. You see, the voyage rather—that was on board ship, I suppose?'

      'Yes,' said John, crossing over to the young man's desk and taking a chair beside him. The old gentleman now turned to his own papers, and left the two young men to talk together.

      'Do you mean to say you don't remember a talk we had on deck once about a mica-mine?'

      Young Longworth looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if he could not quite make out what he was talking about.

      'I remember,' he said, 'your telling me that you had been sent over by the London Syndicate to see after certain mines there; but I don't remember anything being said in reference to them.'

      'It was not in reference to them at all; it was in reference to another mine, of which I have secured the option. You will, perhaps, recollect that your cousin introduced me to you. You seemed to think at the time that the price at which we were going to offer the mine was too low.'

      'By Jove, yes! now I do recollect something about it, when you mention that. Let me see, how much was it? A million, was it not?'

      'No, no' said Kenyon, mopping his brow. He did not at all like the turn the conversation had taken. 'Not a million, nor anything like that amount.'

      'Ah, I am sorry for that. You see, my uncle and myself rarely touch anything that is not worth while; and anything under a million would be hardly worth bothering with, don't you know.'

      'I don't think so; it seems to me that something below a million would be worth spending a little time on; at least, it would be worth my while.'

      'That may be very true; but, you see, my uncle takes large interests only in large businesses.'

      'If you remember, Mr. Longworth, your uncle was not mentioned in connection with this at all. Your cousin seemed to think you might take some interest in it yourself. You told me, when I said the price at which we wished to offer the mine was fifty СКАЧАТЬ