I'm done with the office and I don't want to hear anything about anything."
A minute later she was back again.
"He refuses to hang up.
He told me to tell you that Unwin is in the office now, waiting to see you, and Harrison, too.
Mr. Hegan said that Grimshaw and Hodgkins are in trouble.
That it looks as if they are going to break.
And he said something about protection."
It was startling information.
Both Unwin and Harrison represented big banking corporations, and Daylight knew that if the house of Grimshaw and Hodgkins went it would precipitate a number of failures and start a flurry of serious dimensions.
But Daylight smiled, and shook his head, and mimicked the stereotyped office tone of voice as he said:—
"Miss Mason, you will kindly tell Mr. Hegan that there is nothing doing and to hang up."
"But you can't do this," she pleaded.
"Watch me," he grimly answered.
"Elam!"
"Say it again," he cried.
"Say it again, and a dozen Grimshaws and Hodgkins can smash!"
He caught her by the hand and drew her to him.
"You let Hegan hang on to that line till he's tired.
We can't be wasting a second on him on a day like this.
He's only in love with books and things, but I've got a real live woman in my arms that's loving me all the time she's kicking over the traces."
CHAPTER XXIII
"But I know something of the fight you have been making," Dede contended.
"If you stop now, all the work you have done, everything, will be destroyed.
You have no right to do it.
You can't do it."
Daylight was obdurate.
He shook his head and smiled tantalizingly.
"Nothing will be destroyed, Dede, nothing.
You don't understand this business game.
It's done on paper.
Don't you see? Where's the gold I dug out of Klondike?
Why, it's in twenty-dollar gold pieces, in gold watches, in wedding rings.
No matter what happens to me, the twenty-dollar pieces, the watches, and the wedding rings remain.
Suppose I died right now. It wouldn't affect the gold one iota.
It's sure the same with this present situation.
All I stand for is paper.
I've got the paper for thousands of acres of land.
All right.
Burn up the paper, and burn me along with it.
The land remains, don't it?
The rain falls on it, the seeds sprout in it, the trees grow out of it, the houses stand on it, the electric cars run over it.
It's paper that business is run on.
I lose my paper, or I lose my life, it's all the same; it won't alter one grain of sand in all that land, or twist one blade of grass around sideways.
"Nothing is going to be lost—not one pile out of the docks, not one railroad spike, not one ounce of steam out of the gauge of a ferry-boat.
The cars will go on running, whether I hold the paper or somebody else holds it.
The tide has set toward Oakland.
People are beginning to pour in.
We're selling building lots again.
There is no stopping that tide.
No matter what happens to me or the paper, them three hundred thousand folks are coming in the same.