A Mysterious Disappearance Part 12

"Yes, so I see."

The barrister kept looking at the back of Mr. Dodge's head, but made no move.

Mr. Dodge became puzzled.

"Now, Mr. Bruce," he cried, "you know the age of my son, and the extent of my information about Mr. Corbett. Is there anything else in which I may be of service?"

"Yes. You do a great deal of underwriting, mostly for the flotation of gold-mining companies?"

"Y--yes. That is a branch of our business."

"I am interested in this cla.s.s of undertaking, and I was given to understand that Mr. Corbett has had some dealings with you in a similar respect for a considerable sum of money."

"The name is absolutely unknown to me."

"Of course. So I gather. I am sorry to hear it. Several clients of mine have money to invest in that way, and I naturally came to a firm whose name apparently figured largely in the transactions of Mr. Corbett."

It was good to see the manner in which Mr. Dodge metaphorically kicked himself for his previous att.i.tude. His emotion was painful. For quite an appreciable time he could not trust his sentiments to words.

At last he struggled to express himself.

"Really, Mr. Bruce, if you had only put things differently. Don't you see, it rather upset me when you came in and began jawing about the youngsters. And then you spring Mr. Corbett's name on me--a man of whom I have no sort of knowledge. It must have been my firm of which your friends heard. There is absolutely no other Dodge in Leadenhall Street.

Indeed, we are the only financial Dodges--that is--er--Messrs. Dodge, Son & Co. (Limited) are the only firm of the name dealing with financial matters--in the city."

By this time Bruce had a.s.sured himself that Mr. Dodge did not know Mr.

Corbett's ident.i.ty, and if Mrs. Hillmer's brother had changed his name to conceal himself from Dodge, it was likely to be successful.

"Anyhow, I am here, Mr. Dodge," he said cheerfully, "so I may as well enter into negotiations with you. Have you any good things in hand at this moment?"

"Some of the best. We are just waiting for the market to ease a bit, and we shall have at least five splendid properties to place before the public. By the way, do you smoke?"

Bruce did smoke; and Mr. Dodge produced a box of excellent cigars. Then he warmed to his work.

"Here is the prospectus of the Golden Halo Mine, capital 150,000, for which the vendors are asking 140,000 in cash, with a working capital of 10,000. The ore now in sight is estimated to produce two millions sterling, and the mine is not one-tenth developed. We are offering underwriters ten per cent in cash, and there is not the slightest risk, as the shares will stand at a high premium within a few days after the lists--"

"It sounds most promising," said Bruce; "but my princ.i.p.als are more interested in taking up concerns which have been already established, but in which, for want of sufficient capital, the vendors' shares have, by a process of reconstruction, come into the market. If you have anything of that kind--"

"The very thing," interrupted Dodge excitedly. "The Springbok Mine will just suit 'em. After all is said and done, Golden Halos are a bit in the air, between you and me. But the Springbok is a genuine article. It was capitalized for a quarter of a million, and the directors went to allotment on a subscription list of about 14,000. This money has been expended, but twice the amount is necessary to develop the property properly. A call was made on the shares, but no one paid up, and there is a talk of compulsory reconstruction. Believe me, money put into it now will yield two hundred per cent in dividends within twelve months."

"There is a whiff of scent on this trail," said Claude to himself. He added aloud: "That looks promising. Can you give me details?"

"By all means. Here is the original prospectus." Bruce glanced through the doc.u.ment, which dealt with the Springbok claims on the Rand with more candor than is usually exhibited in such compilations. Judging from the reports of several mining engineers of repute it really looked as if, this time, Mr. Dodge were speaking with some degree of accuracy.

"This reads well," said Bruce. "What proportion of share capital is falling in on the reconstruction scheme?"

"I hold fifty thousand shares myself," cried Dodge, "and though my money is locked up just now I am so convinced about this mine that I will manage to pay the call myself. Roughly speaking, there are one hundred and fifty thousand shares to be underwritten at, say, three shillings each."

"And who are the present holders?"

The barrister asked the question in the most unconcerned way imaginable, yet upon the answer depended the whole success or otherwise of this. .h.i.therto unproductive mission.

Mr. Dodge was manifestly anxious.

"I take it that we are talking with a definite view to business?" he said.

The barrister hesitated. Even in the detection of a crime a man does not care to tell a deliberate lie, and Dodge's att.i.tude so far had been candid enough. The Springbok Mine honestly looked to be a good speculative investment, so he resolved to place the proposition before one or two friends who dealt with similar matters, and who were fully able to look after their own interests.

"Yes," he answered, "I am here for that purpose. If my princ.i.p.als like this thing they will go in for it."

"Then here is the vendors' list," said Mr. Dodge, taking a foolscap sheet from a drawer.

Claude perused it nonchalantly. His quick eyes took in each name and address out of half-a-dozen, and rejected all as being in no way connected with the man whose antecedents he was seeking.

Yet, where possible, he left nothing to chance.

"Have you any objection to a copy being made?" he asked.

Mr. Dodge hummed doubtfully.

"You see," went on the barrister, "it is best to be quite candid with people whom you wish to bring into risky if apparently high promising ventures. I presume these gentlemen are moneyless. If so, it is a factor in favor of your scheme. Should any of them be men of means, my princ.i.p.als would naturally ask why they did not themselves underwrite the shares."

Mr. Dodge was convinced. "From that point of view," he cried emphatically, "they are above suspicion. Jot them down, sir."

The barrister armed himself with the necessary doc.u.ments, and they parted with mutual good wishes. It was only after reflection that Mr.

Dodge saw how remarkably little he had got out of the interview. "He was a jolly smart chap," communed the company promoter. "I wonder what he was really after. And who the d.i.c.kens is Mr. Sydney H. Corbett? Anyhow, the Springbok business is quite above board. How can I raise the wind for my little lot?"

If Mr. Bruce had probed more deeply Mr. Dodge's holding, he would have been saved much future perturbation. But, clever as he was, he did not know all the methods of financial juggling practised by experts on the Stock Exchange.

A hansom brought him quickly to Portman Square. In fulfilment of his promise, he was about to place Sir Charles d.y.k.e in possession of his recent discoveries.

When the door of Wensley House opened, the butler, Thompson, who happened to be in the hall, antic.i.p.ated the footman's answer to Bruce's inquiry.

"Sir Chawles left yesterday for Bournemouth, sir. 'E was that hovercome by the weather an' his trouble that 'e has gone for a few days' rest at the seaside. If you called, sir, I was to tell you 'e would be glad to see you there should you find it convenient to run down. And, sir, you'll never guess who came 'ere this morning, as bold as bra.s.s."

"Jane Harding."

"Now, 'ow upon earth can you 'it upon things that way, sir? It was 'er, 'er very self. And you ought to 'ave seen her airs. 'Thompson,' sez she, 'is Sir Chawles at 'ome?' 'No, 'e isn't,' sez I; 'but you're wanted at the polis station.' She was in a keb, and she 'ad asked a butcher's boy to pull the bell, so 'im and the cabby larfed. 'Thompson,' she said, very red in the face, 'I'll 'ave you dismissed for your impidence.' An'

off she went. Did you ever 'ear anythink like it, sir?"

"No, Thompson, Miss Harding is certainly a cool hand."

Bruce walked to his chambers, and his stroll through the parks was engrossed by one subject of thought. It was not Mrs. Hillmer, nor Corbett, nor Dodge who troubled him. What puzzled him more than all else was the "impidence" of Jane Harding.

CHAPTER VIII

THE HOTEL DU CERCLE