“And for this you need?”
“A loan of three and one half million dollars, with our holdings as security.”
THERE was a hush in the room as all present looked at the man at the head of the table. Upon Stanley Wilberton depended the hopes that they had nourished.
The elderly man seemed to relish his mastery of the situation. He looked around the group and studied the anxious faces. Then he spoke the momentous words.
“I told Mr. Griscom that I believed it could be arranged,” he said. “I still believe so.”
A buzz of approval followed. Wilberton remained silent, enjoying the effect of his words. Griscom raised his hand warningly, calling for quiet. The hubbub died.
“You can negotiate the entire loan, Mr. Wilberton?” he questioned.
The elderly man nodded.
There was no confusion now. A sense of satisfaction had come over the group.
These men had relied upon Howard Griscom, president of the United Theater Corporation, to use his influence with Stanley Wilberton, banker and financier, in the furthering of their plans.