Every paper I have picked up for
weeks has been full of you and the story of how you took Wall Street by the
throat. But I suspect they were all guesses, merely superficial rumors
except as to the main facts. What I want to know is the inside story--the
lever by means of which you pried open the door leading to the inner circle
of financial magnates. You have often told me how tightly barred that door
is. What was the open-sesame you used as a countersign to make the keeper
of the gate unbolt?
He thought he saw his chance. "The countersign was 'Aline Harley,'" he
said, and looked her straight in the face. He wished he could find some way
of telling her without making him feel so like a cad.
She clapped her hands. "I thought so. She backed you with that uncounted
fortune her husband left her. Is that it?"
That is it exactly. She gave me a free hand, and the immense fortune she
inherited from Harley put me in a position to force recognition from the
leaders. After that it was only a question of time till I had convinced
them my plan was good." He threw back his shoulders and tried to take the
fence again.
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