The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-05-24
CHAPTER 1.

! was SnOftly AFTER O'CLOCK
when n brisk young man stepped
out of a taXicab into the dim
n crevice of Broad street, followed
! by huge negro bearing n suit case.
| Nestled back amid n number of alleged
brokers. who dealt hilariously in such
securities" as Wireless Motor pre-
ferred, he found the Offices of Henry
| Galleon & Co.. one of the few legit-
innate firms which, intrenched i'm their
| own natural conservativeness, had re
fused~to move when the curb invasion
! came.
"Mr. GalleonY' inquired the new
conner
upon what business, please?" asked
an old clerk.
81 only care to talk to Mr. Galleon
himself"
The old man arose with slight, pro-
testing frown. asked for card and
took it into an inner room.
Henry Galleon was about the same
age as his secretary, but he was erect.
His face and his bald head were pink
with baby's pinkness, his white hair
glistened like silk, and the brightness
of his eyes was almost infantile.
phillip Kelvin?" he said. who's
Phillip Kelvin? / never heard of him."
81 don't know" replied the secretary.
Hes n very capable looking young
man and by no means New Yorker,
should think. He has tremendous
ly large negro with him, the larges;
one l ever saw. The negro is carry
ing big suit case"
Henry Galleon pondered that matter
quietly. Fanatics with bombs had
menaced the Wall street district of
late, and they might come in any guise.
"Find out his business, Messmer,"
was the sane conclusion.
81 did ask, but he insisted on seeing
you personally"
Galleon frowned. "If he can't eX-
plain properly to you, let him go. You
are authorized to transact all neces-
sary business in my name"
Messmer went out with that mes
sage, though he softened It somewhat.
Young Kelvin had evidently expected
such an answer. for he smiled and
turned TO the negro.
Here, SAM" he directed, ''put the
case on this desk"
Messmer frowned as the suit case
was slammed upon the top of his tan
gle Of papers, but he waited with some
curiosity while young Kelvin unlocked
IL. Messmer was struck dumb by tho
surprising contents of that unpreten-
tious bit of baggage.
"These," said young Kelvin smiling
ly. running his hand down In the suit
case and futtering the edges of its
contents-"these are my letters of in
PRODUCTION. Kindly tell Mr.. Galleon
about them and that l will not talk to
any one but himself"
eyes, sirr said Messmer, with sur
prising alacrity. Yes, sir; yes, STRIP
He was positively white and trem-
bling when he went back into Galleon's
Office.
"That suit casev' he gasped. "The
young man has just opened 1t, and 1t
is full to the top with nothing but
money!
Money! expostulated Mr. Galleon.
Money, sir, money" repeated Mess
mer, paper money, all OF high de-
nominatiOn-solid packages OF bills!
He said that these were his letters of
reference and that he would talk bust
ness with no one but you"
Mr.. Galleon turned upon old Mess.
mer peremptorily. "Why don't you
show the young gentleman I'M" he de-
handed.
He inspected young Kelvin sharply
ms Phillip came into the room and
found him to be n well dressed, clean
looking chap, with an extremely clear
eye and an extremely healthy com.
plexion.
"Your letters of recommendation are
perfectly satisfactory, Mr. Kelvin"
said the broker, smiling "What can
we do for your
Young Kelvin opened the suit case
and took from IL eight packages of
bills, which he counted over carefully.
"Here is 100000" said he. 81 wish
you to sell for me n thousand shares
each of these four stocks" lie laid a
sslip OF paper upon Mr.. Galleon's desk
The broker instantly figured that the
suit case must contain not less than
s2.O00,000 cash.
"Of course. Mr. Kelvin. II is none of
my affair."" he began hesitantly, "but
II is positively criminal of you TO be
carrying that enormous amount of
currency about with you. 1t ought to
be banked"
ut is one of the strict conditions OF
my dealing with you that our opera
lions are 20 be transacted in currency.