"You are a very remarkable young man. You seem to have come prepared at all points. I assume that you are acting under your father's instructions?"
"Why, with his approval, of course," Tom amended. "But it is my own initiative, under the advice of a good friend of mine in Boston, thus far. Oh, I know what I'm about," he added, in answer to the latent question in the lawyer's eyes.
"You seem to," was the laconic reply. "Now let us see exactly what it is that you want Mr. Farley to concede."
"I want him to turn over the entire control of the company's business, operative and financial, to my father."
The lawyer smiled again.
"That is a pretty big asking. Have you any reason to suppose that Mr. Farley will accede to any such demand?"
"Yes; I have very good reasons, but I reckon we needn't go into them here and now. The time is too short; their liner sails at ten."
The attorney tilted his chair and became reflective.
"The simple way out of it is to have Mr. Farley constitute your father, or yourself, his proxy to vote his stock at a certain specified meeting of the stock-holders, which can be called later. Of course, with a majority vote of the stock, you can rearrange matters to suit yourselves, subject only to Mr. Farley's disarrangement when he resumes control of his holdings. How would that serve?"
"You're the doctor," said Tom bruskly. "Any way to get him out and get my father in."