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<h2>LIII. THE MAGNATE</h2> It was in October, 19—, that the word "Zinc" first began to be heard in financial circles. City men, pushing their dominoes regretfully away, and murmuring "Zinc" in apologetic tones, were back in their offices by three o'clock, forgetting in their haste to leave the usual twopence under the cup for the waitress. Clubmen, glancing at the tape on their way to the smoking-room, said to their neighbours, "Zinc's moved a point, I see," before covering themselves up with the Times. In the trains, returning husbands asked each other loudly, "What's all this about zinc?"—all save the very innocent ones, who whispered, "I say, what is zinc exactly?" The music-halls took it up. No sooner had the word "Zinc" left the lips of an acknowledged comedian than the house was in roars of laughter. The furore at the Collodium when Octavius Octo, in his world-famous part of the landlady of a boarding-house, remarked, "I know why my ole man's so late.[Pg 401] 'E's buying zinc," is still remembered in the bars round Piccadilly. <hr style='width: 45%;' /> To explain it properly it will be necessary (my readers will be alarmed to hear) to go back some thirty years. This, as a simple calculation shows, takes us to June, 18—. It was in June, 18—, that Felix Moses, a stout young man of attractive appearance (if you care for that style), took his courage in both hands, and told Phyllida Sloan that he was worth ten thousand a year and was changing his name to Mountenay. Miss Sloan, seeing that it was the beginning of a proposal, said hastily that she was changing hers to Abraham. "You're marrying Leo Abraham?" asked Felix in amazement. "Ah!" A gust of jealousy swept over him. He licked his lips. There was a dangerous look in his eyes—a look that was destined in after days to make Emperors and rival financiers quail. "Ah!" he said softly. "Leo Abraham! I shall not forget!" <hr style='width: 45%;' /> And now it will be necessary (my readers will be relieved to learn) to jump forward some thirty[Pg 402] years. This obviously takes us to September, 19—. Let us, on this fine September morning, take a peep into "No.——, Throgneedle Street, E. C.," and see how the business of the mother city is carried on. On the fourth floor we come to the sanctum of the great man himself. "Mr. Felix Mountenay—No admittance," is painted upon the outer door. It is a name which is known and feared all over Europe. Mr. Mountenay's private detective stands on one side of the door; on the other side is Mr. Mountenay's private wolfhound. Murmuring the word, "Press," however, we pass hastily through, and find ourselves before Mr. Mountenay himself. Mr. Mountenay is at work; let us watch him through a typical five minutes. For a moment he stands meditating in the middle of the room. Kings are tottering on their thrones. Empires hang upon his nod. What will he decide? Suddenly he blows a cloud of smoke from his cigar, and rushes to the telephone. "Hallo! Is that you, Jones?... What are Margarine Prefs. at?... What? ... No, Margarine Prefs. idiot.... Ah! Then sell. Keep on selling till I tell you to stop.... Yes."[Pg 403] He hangs up the receiver. For two minutes he paces the room, smoking rapidly. He stops a moment ... but it is only to remove his cigar-band, which is in danger of burning. Then he resumes his pacings. Another minute goes rapidly by. He rushes to the telephone again. "Hallo! Is that you, Jones?... What are Margarine Prefs. down to now?... Ah! Then buy. Keep on buying.... Yes." He hangs up the receiver. By this master-stroke he has made a quarter of a million. It may seem to you or me an easy way of doing it. Ah, but what, we must ask ourselves, of the great brain that conceived the idea, the foresight which told the exact moment when to put it into action, the cool courage which seized the moment—what of the grasp of affairs, the knowledge of men? Ah! Can we grudge it him, that he earns a quarter of a million more quickly than we do? Yet Mr. Felix Mountenay is not happy. When we have brought off a coup for a hundred thousand even, we smile gaily. Mr. Mountenay did not smile. Fiercely he bit another inch off his cigar and muttered to himself. The words were "Leo Abraham! Wait!" [Pg 404] <hr style='width: 45%;' /> This is positively the last row of stars. Let us take advantage of them to jump forward another month. It was October 1st, 19—. (If that was a Sunday, then it was October 2nd. Anyhow, it was October.) Mr. Felix Mountenay was sleeping in his office. For once that iron brain relaxed. He had made a little over three million in the last month and the strain was too much for him. But a knock at the door restored him instantly to his own cool self. "I beg your pardon, Sir," said his secretary, "but somebody is selling zinc." The word "Zinc" touched a chord in Mr. Mountenay's brain which had lain dormant for years. Zinc! Why did zinc remind him of Leo Abraham? "Fetch the Encyclopædia Britannica, quick!" he cried. The secretary, a man of herculean build, returned with some of it. With the luck which proverbially attends rich men Mr. Mountenay picked up the "Z" volume at once. As he read the Zinc article it all came back to him. Leo Abraham had owned an empty zinc-mine! Was his enemy in his clutches at last? "Buy!" he said briefly.[Pg 405] In a fortnight the secretary had returned. "Well," said Mr. Mountenay, "have you bought all the zinc that there is?" "Yes, Sir," said the Secretary. "And a lot that there isn't," he added. "Good!" He paused a moment. "When Mr. Leo Abraham calls," he added grimly, "show him up at once." It was a month later that a haggard man climbed the stairs of No.——, Throgneedle Street, and was shown into Mr. Mountenay's room. "Well," said the financier softly, "what can I do for you?" "I want some zinc," said Leo Abergavenny. "Zinc," said Mr. Mountenay with a smile, "is a million pounds a ton. Or an acre, or a gallon, or however you prefer to buy it," he added humorously. Leo went white. "You wish to ruin me?" "I do. A promise I made to your wife some years ago." "My wife?" cried Leo. "What do you mean? I'm not married." It was Mr. Mountenay's turn to go white. He went it.[Pg 406] "Not married? But Miss Sloan——" Mr. Leo Abergavenny sat down and mopped his face. "I don't know what you mean," he said. "I asked Miss Sloan to marry me, and told her I was changing my name to Abergavenny. And she said that she was changing hers to Moses. Naturally, I thought——" "Stop!" cried Mr. Mountenay. He sat down heavily. Something seemed to have gone out of his life; in a moment the world was empty. He looked up at his old rival, and forced a laugh. "Well, well," he said, "she deceived us both. Let us drink to our lucky escape." He rang the bell. "And then," he said in a purring voice, "we can have a little talk about zinc. After all, business is still business."[Pg 407] <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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