“If you have it all arranged, I may as well agree,” he laughed. “I’ll take Crestwick back.”
“That reminds me; he said something about taking an interest—asked if I could get him shares at a moderate premium, though he owned that his trustees might make trouble about letting him have the money.”
“He’s not to have them!” Lisle replied emphatically. “What’s more, the trustees won’t part with a dollar unless I guarantee the project—I’ve been in communication with them. Rest assured that the idea won’t get my endorsement.”
“I could never get at the workings of the English mind,” Garnet declared. “Now if my relatives had any money, I’d rush them all in. This is the safest and best-managed mining proposition on the Pacific Slope. What kind of morality is it that gathers in the general investor and keeps your friends out?”
“I don’t know; it doesn’t concern the point. I’m actuated by what you may call a prejudice. You can’t remove it.”
“Well,” Garnet responded good-humoredly, “it’s a pretty tough country up yonder and I suppose the lad’s of some service. You’re saving us a pile of money in experts’ fees and I don’t see why you shouldn’t put him on the company’s payroll. I mentioned the thing to Walthew; he was agreeable.”
They talked about other matters and presently Crestwick came in, smartly dressed and looking remarkably vigorous and clear-skinned. There were many points of difference between his appearance now and when Lisle had first met him.
“Mr. Garnet has a proposition to make,” Lisle informed him; and the Canadian briefly stated it.
Crestwick did not seem surprised, nor did he display much appreciation.
“To tell the truth, I thought you might have mentioned the matter before,” he remarked. “Still, if you want my services, you’ll have to go up twenty dollars.”