It's
immense, for six weeks' work.
"So we held a meeting and authorized the secretary to sell stock.
Naturally, your husband wasn't cognizant of this move, for the simple
reason that there was no way of reaching him--and his interests were
thoroughly protected, anyway. The stock was listed on Change. A good
bit was disposed of privately. We now have a large fund in the
treasury. It's a cinch. We've got the property, and it's rich enough
to pay dividends on a million. The decision of the stockholders is
unanimously for enlargement of the capital stock. The quicker we get
that property to its maximum output the more we make, you see. There's
a fine vein of quartz to develop, expensive machinery to install. It's
no more than fair that these outsiders who are clamoring to get aboard
should pay their share of the expense of organization and promotion.
You understand? You follow me?"
"Certainly," Hazel answered. "But what is the difficulty with Bill?"
Mr. Brooks once more had recourse to polishing his pince-nez.
"Bill is opposed to the whole plan," he said, pursing up his lips with
evident disapproval of Bill Wagstaff and all his works. "He seems to
feel that we should not have taken this step.
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