To many people that room would
have seemed a cheaply got together cell; to me, once I had examined it, it
was evidently built at enormous cost and represented an extravagance of
common-sense luxury which was more than princely or royal.
Suddenly my mind reverted to my business. "How do you account for the
steadiness of Textile, Langdon?" I asked, returning to the carved
sitting-room and trying to put those surroundings out of my mind.
"I don't account for it," was his languid, uninterested reply.
"Any of your people under the market?"
"It isn't to my interest to have it supported, is it?" he replied.
"I know that," I admitted. "But why doesn't it drop?"
"Those letters of yours may have overeducated the public in confidence,"
suggested he. "Your followers have the habit of believing implicitly
whatever you say."
"Yes, but I haven't written a line about Textile for nearly a month now," I
pretended to object, my vanity fairly purring with pleasure.
"That's the only reason I can give," said he.
"You are sure none of your people is supporting the stock?" I asked, as a
form and not for information; for I thought I knew they weren't--I trusted
him to have seen to that.
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