The Great Brain Reforms by John Fitzgerald

The Great Brain Reforms by John Fitzgerald

Author:John Fitzgerald [Fitzgerald, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-06-02T16:45:46+00:00

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Uncle Mark looked worried. “If you couldn’t convince your own father with this evidence,” he said, “I would have one devil of a time trying to convince other citizens who want to invest.”

“You could, if you proved there was no such company,” Tom suggested.

“I thought of checking that out with the Chicago police,” Uncle Mark said. “But I knew that if I were wrong, Nels Larson would tell it all over town and make me look like a fool. But with these two letters as evidence, I’m not worried about that any more.”

We went with Uncle Mark to the depot where he sent a telegram to the chief of police in Chicago.

“Now, Nels,” Uncle Mark said, “if you mention what is in that telegram or the reply I get, I am going to arrest you for revealing confidential information between two law enforcement officers. Is that understood?”

Mr. Larson nodded his head. He knew my uncle never made idle threats.

No reply had been received by the time the depot closed. The next morning Tom and I went to the depot. Uncle Mark was there waiting. It was almost ten o’clock before he got an answer to his telegram-He showed it to us. The telegram read:

MARK TRAINOR … MARSHAL - . . ADENVILLE, UTAH. IN REPLY TO YOUR TELEGRAM. NO ALKALI PRODUCTS INCORPORATED LISTED IN TELEPHONE BOOK, CITY DIRECTORY, BUSINESS DIRECTORY. NO RECORD OF A LICENSE EVER GRANTED THIS COMPANY AT CITY HALL.

J-J. MALONEY CHIEF OF POLICE

QC

I looked at Uncle Mark. “Are you going to arrest them when they get here on the eleven o’clock train?” I asked.

“No, John,” he said. “We will let them sell their worthless stock first.”

Calvin Whitlock, Papa, and all the leading citizens of Adenville were at the depot to meet the train. An elderly man wearing a plug hat, wing collar, cutaway coat, striped morning trousers, and pince-nez glasses got off the train with Mr, Pendleton and Mr. Cummings. Mr. Pendleton introduced the man as Frederick Ames Hollingsworth, the president of Alkali Products Incorporated. Then Mr. Hollingsworth made a short speech.

“Citizens of Adenville,” he said in an oratorical voice, “it gives me great pleasure to permit some of you to become shareholders in our company-To those of you wanting a short-term gain, I can guarantee that the stock will be worth about seventy-five dollars a share in six months. To those of you wise enough to keep your stock, I can guarantee the market value will continue to increase and it will pay handsome dividends. My associates and I will register at the hotel and meet with Mr. Whitlock and the investors at the bank after lunch. Thank you.”

There was applause and cheers from the crowd. When the three men arrived at the bank at one o’clock, a long line of investors was waiting. Mr. Pendleton was carrying a large briefcase. Mr. Whitlock had arranged two tables with chairs in the lobby of the bank. The three Alkali Products men sat at one table, Mr. Whitlock and his bookkeeper, Mr.



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