“I want to know what you're going to do. Voting that stock against Weeks won't do any good. We can't get him out all by ourselves.”
“We aren't all by ourselves. C. & S.C. are with us.”
“That's what I'm trying to get at. To what extent are they with us?”
Blaney hesitated. It had not been a part of his plan to tell of the prospective sale of the stock. He had meant to have the Council direct the voting of the stock for C. & S.C. faction, and then when they had committed themselves by this act, to urge upon them the necessity of selling out and to tempt them with the offer of par. But a glance at Bridge's set face convinced him that the new ally meant what he said, and he knew too much already for the safety of the scheme unless he were furthering it.
“They're with us to this extent,” said Blaney, slowly. “They're going to buy our stock.”
“That's all rot,” said Bridge. “We can't sell. M. & T.'s a good investment now, and it's getting better every day.”
“Wait till I get through,” interrupted Blaney, bent now on making an impression. “Don't you think the Council would vote to sell at par?”
“What's that got to do with it?”
“C. & S.C. are going to pay par, that's all.”
Bridge looked at him incredulously. “Then we're to vote the stock as they dictate, just on the strength of their telling us they'll pay par for it afterward. I'm afraid it'll be a long time afterward. How do you know they aren't playing us for suckers?”