A leather-covered armchair stood by its side, a
straight-backed chair facing it.
Suppose you were putentirely on your own
feet?
There is only Miss Dolittle, Miss Albright
said.
One obituary called him a Titan of Finance. Again
Miss Dolittle understood at a word.
Dick Carter, her brother, was in England at the
time,evolving plans for Clark House.
Shivering with the cold, they returned inside. Sam
ordered all doors closed, and he and Dr Cruikshank stripped theold man to the waist.
A moment later, the door of the safe gaped open. Everybody realized that this placed
the issue squarely between thetwo chief opponents.
But he hadalready risen and was following the
butler to the vestibule. With a shrug he looked at the celluloid tag attached to the
key andread the combination. Then, one night, his father lying in the parlour of his
house, astrange thing happened.
Howwould it be if we made the real sales-manager
the nominal vice-president? Money he foundthere he might consider as a gift. Many
referred tosafe investments; others were harder to understand.
With a familiar gesture he raised one eyebrow and
said,Lets get through with the routine. As always, her mere presence cheered him;
after all, he was notabsolutely alone. Whenshe left, Sam, ascribing his fathers
condition to physical causes,followed her into the hall.
Whenshe left, Sam, ascribing his fathers condition
to physical causes,followed her into the hall.
The three days that hadelapsed since the death had
served to confirm him in all his oldplans.
But he hadalready risen and was following the
butler to the vestibule. Theeyes of the old man were straining, as if trying to
convey amessage.
With a pointing finger he traced a red linewhich
soared over the blue line indicating production. We can increase capital and
sellstock; or we can borrow.
The old man did not answer, did not
stir.
But why should the old man have climbed the hill?