As it is, I venture to say not a single share of it is to be found anywhere in any of their safes.
I can sympathize to a certain extent with poor Stackpole. His position, of course, was very trying.
But there is no excuse—none in the world—for such a stroke of trickery on Cowperwood’s part.
It’s just as we’ve known all along—the man is nothing but a wrecker.
We certainly ought to find some method of ending his career here if possible.”
Mr. Schryhart kicked out his well-rounded legs, adjusted his soft-roll collar, and smoothed his short, crisp, wiry, now blackish-gray mustache.
His black eyes flashed an undying hate.
At this point Mr. Arneel, with a cogency of reasoning which did not at the moment appear on the surface, inquired:
“Do any of you happen to know anything in particular about the state of Mr. Cowperwood’s finances at present?
Of course we know of the Lake Street ‘L’ and the Northwestern.
I hear he’s building a house in New York, and I presume that’s drawing on him somewhat.
I know he has four hundred thousand dollars in loans from the Chicago Central; but what else has he?”
“Well, there’s the two hundred thousand he owes the Prairie National,” piped up Schryhart, promptly.
“From time to time I’ve heard of several other sums that escape my mind just now.”
Mr. Merrill, a diplomatic mouse of a man—gray, Parisian, dandified—was twisting in his large chair, surveying the others with shrewd though somewhat propitiatory eyes.
In spite of his old grudge against Cowperwood because of the latter’s refusal to favor him in the matter of running street-car lines past his store, he had always been interested in the man as a spectacle. He really disliked the thought of plotting to injure Cowperwood.
Just the same, he felt it incumbent to play his part in such a council as this.
“My financial agent, Mr. Hill, loaned him several hundred thousand not long ago,” he volunteered, a little doubtfully.
“I presume he has many other outstanding obligations.”
Mr. Hand stirred irritably.
“Well, he’s owing the Third National and the Lake City as much if not more,” he commented.
“I know where there are five hundred thousand dollars of his loans that haven’t been mentioned here. Colonel Ballinger has two hundred thousand. He must owe Anthony Ewer all of that.
He owes the Drovers and Traders all of one hundred and fifty thousand.”
On the basis of these suggestions Arneel made a mental calculation, and found that Cowperwood was indebted apparently to the tune of about three million dollars on call, if not more.
“I haven’t all the facts,” he said, at last, slowly and distinctly.
“If we could talk with some of the presidents of our banks to-night, we should probably find that there are other items of which we do not know.
I do not like to be severe on any one, but our own situation is serious.
Unless something is done to-night Hull & Stackpole will certainly fail in the morning.
We are, of course, obligated to the various banks for our loans, and we are in honor bound to do all we can for them.
The good name of Chicago and its rank as a banking center is to a certain extent involved.
As I have already told Mr. Stackpole and Mr. Hull, I personally have gone as far as I can in this matter.
I suppose it is the same with each of you.
The only other resources we have under the circumstances are the banks, and they, as I understand it, are pretty much involved with stock on hypothecation.
I know at least that this is true of the Lake City and the Douglas Trust.”
“It’s true of nearly all of them,” said Hand.
Both Schryhart and Merrill nodded assent.
“We are not obligated to Mr. Cowperwood for anything so far as I know,” continued Mr. Arneel, after a slight but somewhat portentous pause.
“As Mr. Schryhart has suggested here to-day, he seems to have a tendency to interfere and disturb on every occasion.
Apparently he stands obligated to the various banks in the sums we have mentioned.
Why shouldn’t his loans be called?
It would help strengthen the local banks, and possibly permit them to aid in meeting this situation for us.
While he might be in a position to retaliate, I doubt it.”
Mr. Arneel had no personal opposition to Cowperwood—none, at least, of a deep-seated character.
At the same time Hand, Merrill, and Schryhart were his friends. In him, they felt, centered the financial leadership of the city.
The rise of Cowperwood, his Napoleonic airs, threatened this.
As Mr. Arneel talked he never raised his eyes from the desk where he was sitting. He merely drummed solemnly on the surface with his fingers.
The others contemplated him a little tensely, catching quite clearly the drift of his proposal.
“An excellent idea—excellent!” exclaimed Schryhart.
“I will join in any programme that looks to the elimination of this man.
The present situation may be just what is needed to accomplish this.