How does this hit you? asked Bobby, taking from his pocket the check Johnson had given him that morning.
Mr. Bates looked at it with his hands behind him.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, he said to the slip of paper, nodding profoundly.
Oh, everybodys friendly to these, said Bobby, indorsing the check. It is for the new gymnasium, he explained. Now, partner, turn loose and monopolize the physical training business of this city.
Partner! scorned Mr. Bates. Look here, old pal, theres only one way Ill take this big ticket, and that is that youll drag down your split of the profits.
But dont I on this place? protested Bobby.
Nit! retorted Mr. Bates with infinite scorn. You put them right back into the business, but that dont go any more. If we start this big joint its got to be partners right, see? Or else take back this wealthy handwriting. I dont guess I want it, anyhow. From past performances you need all the money in the world, and ten thousand simoleons will put a crimp in any wad.
No, laughed Bobby; youre saving it for me when you take it. Ive just read a very nice note, left for me by the governor, that Ill be a fool and lose anyhow.
Mr. Bates grinned.
You will, all right, all right, if youre going into business, he admitted, and stuffed the check in the upturned cuff of his sweater. After these profit-and-loss artists get your goat on all the starts your old man left you, maybe Ill have to put up the eats and sleeps for you anyhow; huh? and Mr. Bates laughed with keen enjoyment of this delicately expressed idea. How are you going to divorce yourself from the rest of it, Bobby?
Im not quite sure, said Bobby. You know that big stretch of swamp land, out on the Millberg Road?
Where Paddy Dolan fell in and died from drinkin too much water? Sure I do.
Well, it has been suggested to me that I buy it, drain it, fill it, put in paved streets, cut it up into building lots and sell it.
And build it full of these pale yellow shacks that the honest working slob buys with seventeen years of his wages, and then loses the shack? Biff incredulously wanted to know.
You guessed wrong, Biff, laughed Bobby. Just selling the lots will be enough for me. What do you think of it?
I dont know, said Mr. Bates thoughtfully. I know they frame up such stunts and boost em strong in the papers, and if any of these real-estate sharps is working just for their healths theyve been stung from all Ive seen of em. But the main point is, whos the guy thats tryin to lead you to it?
Oh, that parts all right, replied Bobby with perfect assurance. The man who wants me to finance this, and who has already bought some of the land, was one of my fathers right-hand men for nearly thirty years.
Then thats all right, agreed Mr. Bates. But say! he suddenly exclaimed as a new thought struck him; its a wonder this right-mitt mut of your fathers didnt make the old man fall for it long ago, if its such a hot muffin.
He did try it, confessed Bobby with hesitation for the second time that day; but the governor always complained that he had too many other irons in the fire.
He did, did he? Mr. Bates wanted to know, fixing accusing eyes on Bobby. Then dont be the fall guy for any other touting. Your old man knew this business dope from Sheepshead Bay to Oakland. You take it from me that this tip aint the one best bet.
Bobby left the gymnasium with a certain degree of dissatisfaction, not only with
Mr. Applerods scheme but with the fact that wherever he went his fathers business wisdom was thrown into his teeth. That evening, drawn to the atmosphere into which events had plunged him, he dined at the Traders Club. As he passed one of the tables Silas Trimmer leered up at him with the circular smile, which, bisected by a row of yellow teeth and hooded with a bristle of stubby mustache, had now come to aggravate him almost past endurance. To-night it made him approach his dinner with vexation, and, failing to find the man he had sought, he finished hastily. As he went out, Silas Trimmer, though looking straight in his direction, did not seem to be at all aware of Bobbys approach. He was deep in a business discussion with his priggish son-in-law.
Its a great opportunity, he was loudly insisting. If I can secure that land Ill drain and improve it and cut it up into building lots. This city is ripe for a suburban boom.
That settled it with Bobby. No matter what arguments there might be to the contrary, if Silas Trimmer had his eye on that piece of property, Bobby wanted it.
Applerod, though eagerness brought him early, had no sooner entered the study next morning than Bobby, who was already dressed for business and who had his machine standing outside the door, met him briskly.
Keep your hat on, Applerod, he ordered. Well go right around and buy the rest of that property at once.
I thought those figures I left last night would convince you, beamed Mr. Applerod.
There is no describing the delight and pride with which that highly-gratified gentleman followed the energetic young Mr. Burnit to the curb, nor the dignity with which, a few minutes later, he led the way into the office of one Thorne, real-estate dealer.