The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1911-07-07
CHAPTER I.
T was shortly after 0 o'clock
when brisk young man stepped
out Of a taxicab into the dim

out OF taXlcaD INTO the Qlm
u crevice Of Broad street, followed
by huge negro bearing suit case.
Nestled back amid number of alleged
brokers. who dealt hilariously in such
securities" as Wireless Motor pre-
fered, he found the Offices of Henry
innate firms which, intrenched in their
own natural conservativeness, had re-
fused to move when the curb invasion
came.
"Mr. GalleonT 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 a slight, pro-
testing frown, asked for a 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 KelvinT he said. who's
Phillip Kelvin? 1 never heard of him."
81 don't know" replied the secretary.
Hes Avery capable looking young
man and by no means New Yorker.
j should think. He has tremendous
" large negro with him, the largest
one / 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. eff 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 1t 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 the
surprising contents of that unpreten-
tious bit of baggage.
I, these" said young Kelvin smiling
~, running his hand down in the suit
case and fluttering the edges Of its
contents-"these are my letters Of in
PRODUCTION. Kindly tell Mr.. Galleon
about them and that will not talk to
any one but himself"
Eyes. sirv' said Messmer, with sur
prising alacrity. "Yes, sir; yes, sirw
He was positively white and trem-
bling when he went back into Galleon's
Office
"That suit caser' 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 in?' he de-
manded. MIH faff
He inspected young Kelvin sharply
as Phillip came into the room and
found him to be a 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 II eight packages Of
bills, which he counted over carefully.
"Here is S2OO,OOO," said he II wish
you to sell for me thousand shares
each of these four stocks" He laid a
slip Of paper upon Mr.. Galleon's desk.
The broker instantly figured that the
suit case must contain not less than
70, 100000 cash.
"Of course, Mr.. Kelvin, It is none Of