Home

The Pauper of Park Lane Part 23

The Pauper of Park Lane - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel The Pauper of Park Lane Part 23 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

Rolfe was filled with wonder. The att.i.tude of the old fellow was sphinx-like and yet he seemed confident that the millionaire would see him when he applied for an interview. For a full half-hour they chatted, but canny Macgregor told his questioner nothing--nothing more than that he was about to go to London to have a talk with the great financier upon some important matter which closely concerned him.

Therefore by the West Coast evening express, Rolfe left Glasgow for the south, full of wonder as to what the white-bearded old fellow meant by his covert insinuations and his proud confidence in the millionaire's good offices. There was something there which merited investigation--of that he was convinced.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

THE OUTSIDER.

On the left-hand side of Old Broad Street, City, pa.s.sing from the Royal Exchange to Liverpool Street Station, stands a dark and dingy building, with a row of four windows looking upon the street. On a dull day, when the green-shaded lamps are lit within, the pa.s.ser-by catches glimpses of rows of clerks, seated at desks poring over ledgers. At the counter is a continual coming and going of clerks and messengers, and notes and gold are received in and paid out constantly until the clock strikes four. Then the big, old doors are closed, and upon them is seen a bra.s.s plate, with the lettering almost worn off by continual polishing, bearing the words "Statham Brothers."



Beyond the counter, through a small wicket, is the manager's room-- large, but gloomy, screened from the public view, and lit summer and winter by artificial light. In a corner is a safe for books, and at either end big writing-tables.

In that sombre room "deals" representing thousands upon thousands were often made, and through its door, alas! many a man who, finding himself pressed, had gone to the firm for financial aid and been refused, had walked out a bankrupt and ruined.

Beyond the manager's room was a narrow, dark pa.s.sage, at the end of which was a door marked "Private," and within that private room, punctually at eleven o'clock, three mornings after Rolfe's conversation with Macgregor, old Sam Statham took his seat in the shabby writing-chair, from which the stuffing protruded.

About the great financier's private room there was nothing palatial. It was so dark that artificial light had to be used always. The desk was an old-fashioned mahogany one of the style of half a century ago, a threadbare carpet, two or three old horsehair chairs, and upon the green-painted wall a big date-calendar such as bankers usually use, while beneath it was a card, printed with old Sam's motto:--

"TIME FLIES; DEATH URGES."

That same motto was over every clerk's desk, and, because of it, some wag had dubbed the great financier, "Death-head Statham."

As he sat beneath the lamp at his desk, old Sam's appearance was almost as presentable as that of his clerks. Levi always smartened his master up on the day he went into the City, compelling him to wear a frock coat, a light waistcoat, a decent pair of trousers, and a proper cravat, instead of the bit of greasy black ribbon which he habitually wore.

"And how much have we gained over the Pekin business, Ben?" Mr Samuel was asking of the man who, though slightly younger, was an almost exact replica of himself, slightly thinner and taller. Benjamin Statham, Sam's brother, was the working manager of the concern, and one of the smartest financiers in the whole City of London. He was standing with his back to the fireplace, with his hands thrust deep in his trousers-pockets.

"Ah!" he laughed. "When I first suggested it you wouldn't touch it.

Didn't owe for Chinese business, and all that! You'd actually see the French people go and take the plums right from beneath our noses--and--"

"Enough, Ben. I own I was a little short-sighted in that matter.

Perhaps the details you sent me were not quite clear. At any rate," he said, "I was mistaken, for you say we've made a profit. How much?"

"Twelve thousand; and not a cent of hazardous risk."

"How did we first hear of the business?"

"Through the secret channel in Paris."

"The woman?"

"Yes."

"Better send her something."

"How much? She's rather hard-up, I hear."

"Women like her are always hard-up," growled old Sam. "Leave it to me.

I'll get Rolfe to send her something to-morrow."

"I promised her a couple of hundred. You mustn't send her less, or we shall queer business for the future."

"I shall send her five hundred," responded the head of the firm. "She's a very useful woman--and pretty, too, Ben--by Jove! she is! She called on me in her automobile at the Elysee Palace about eighteen months ago, and I was much struck by her. She knows almost everybody in Paris, and can get any information she wants from her numerous male admirers."

"She's well paid--gets a thousand a year from us," Ben remarked.

"And we sometimes make twenty out of the secret information she obtains for us," laughed old Sam. "Remember the Morocco business, and how she gave us the complete French programme which she got from young Delorme, at the Quai d'Orsay. We were as much in the dark as the newspapers till then, and if we hadn't have got at the French intentions, we should have made a terribly heavy loss. As it was, we left it to others--who went under."

"She got an extra five hundred as a present for that," Ben pointed out.

"And it was worth it."

"Delorme doesn't know who gave the game away to us. If he did, it would be the worse for Her Daintiness."

"No doubt it would. But she's a fly bird, and as only you and I and Rolfe know the truth, she's pretty confident that she'll never be given away."

"She's in town--at Claridge's--just now, so you need not write her to Paris. She asked me to call the night before last, and I went," said Ben. "She wanted to get further instructions regarding a matter about which I wrote her. I dined with her."

Sam grunted as he turned slightly in his chair.

"Rather undesirable company--eh--Ben?" he exclaimed, with some surprise.

"Suppose you were seen by anyone who knows her? And recollect that all Paris knows her. It is scarcely compatible with our standing in the City for you to be seen in her company."

"My dear Sam, I took very good care not to be seen in her company. I'm not quite a fool. I accepted her invitation with a distinct purpose. I wanted to question her about one of her friends--a man who may in future prove of considerable use to us. He's, as usual, in love with her, and she can twist him inside out."

"Ah! any man's a fool who allows himself to fall under the fascination of a woman's smiles," remarked the dry-as-dust old millionaire. "We've been wise, Ben, to remain bachelors. It's the unmarried who taste the good things of this world."

Benjamin sighed, but said nothing. He, like Sam himself, had had his love-romance years ago, and it still lingered within him, lingered as it does within the heart of every man who has loved a woman that has turned out false and broken her pledge of affection. Ben Statham's was a sorry story. Before his eyes, even now that thirty years had gone, there often arose the vision of a sweet, pale-faced, slim figure in white muslin, girdled with blue; of green meadows, where the cattle stood knee-deep in the rich gra.s.s, and of a cool Scotch glen where the trees overhung the rippling burn and where the trout darted in the pools.

But it had all ended, as many another love-romance has, alas! ended, in the woman forsaking the man who loved her, and in marrying another for his money.

Three years later her husband--the man whom she had wedded because of his position--was in the bankruptcy court, and six months afterwards he had followed her to her grave. But the sweet recollection of her still remained with Ben, and beneath that hard and wizened countenance beat a heart foil of tender memories of a day long since dead.

His brother Samuel's romance was even more tragic. n.o.body knew the story save himself, and it had never pa.s.sed his lips. The society gossips who so often wrote their t.i.ttle-tattle about him never dreamed the strange story of the life of the great financier, nor the extraordinary romance that underlay his marvellous success. What a sensation would be produced if they ever learnt the truth! In those days long ago both of them had been poor, and had suffered in consequence. Now that they were both wealthy, the bitterness of the past still remained with them.

They were discussing another matter, concerning a project for an electric tramway in a Spanish city, the concession for which had been brought to them. They both agreed that the thing would not pay, therefore it was dismissed.

During their discussion Rolfe entered, and, taking his seat at the small table near his master, busied himself with some letters.

Suddenly Benjamin Statham exclaimed--

"Oh! by the way, there's a queer-looking Scot from the Clyde and Motherwell works who's been hanging about for a couple of days to see you, Sam. Says he must see you at all coats."

"I don't want to see anybody from Glasgow," snapped Statham. "Tell him I'm not here, whoever he is."

"He's the old engineer, Macgregor," Rolfe said. "He mentioned to me when I was in Glasgow the other day that he particularly wished to see you, and that he was coming up on purpose. I told him it was a wild-goose chase."

"Engineer? What does he do? Mind the engine--one of the men who threaten to go on strike, I suppose," remarked old Sam.

"No," laughed Rolfe. "He's a little more than engineer. It is he who has designed nearly every locomotive we've turned out."

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

Star Odyssey

Star Odyssey

Star Odyssey Chapter 3256: Burial Garden Reappears Author(s) : Along With The Wind, 随散飘风 View : 2,203,440
Legend of Swordsman

Legend of Swordsman

Legend of Swordsman Chapter 6356: Fragments of Memory Author(s) : 打死都要钱, Mr. Money View : 10,253,492
Demon Sword Maiden

Demon Sword Maiden

Demon Sword Maiden Volume 12 - Yomi-no-kuni: Chapter 91 – Sword, Demon Author(s) : Luo Jiang Shen, 罗将神, 罗酱, Carrot Sauce View : 416,420

The Pauper of Park Lane Part 23 summary

You're reading The Pauper of Park Lane. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): William Le Queux. Already has 522 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com