 But since he's been with Mr. Whitney he stays in town, only going
out there in summer. His apartment's down near Gramercy Park--an elegant
place--where his two old servants, David and Joanna Gilsey, keep house
for him and treat him like he was their only son. Babbitts and I go
there often, and Gee, we do have some eats!

"Well," I said, wagging my head proud and confident at Babbitts, "if
Wilbur Whitney and Jack Reddy are out to find that Barker man, they'll
do it if he burrows through to China."




CHAPTER III


JACK TELLS THE STORY


The appalling suicide of Hollings Harland, followed by the
non-appearance of Johnston Barker, precipitated one of the most
spectacular smashes Wall Street had seen since the day of the Northern
Pacific corner. It began slowly, but as the day advanced and no news of
Barker was forthcoming it became a snowslide, for the rumor flew through
the city that there had been a "welcher" in the pool and that the
welcher was its head--Barker himself.

For years the man had loomed large in the public eye. He was between
fifty and sixty, small, wiry, made of iron and steel with a nerve
nothing could shake. Like so many of our big capitalists, he had begun
life in the mining camps of the far Northwest, had never married, and
had kept his doors shut on the world that tried to force his seclusion.
Among his rivals he was famed for his daring, his ruthless courage and
his almost uncanny foresight. He was a financial genius, the making of
money, his life. But as one coup after another jostled the Street, the
wiseacres wagged their heads and said "Some day!" It _looked_ now as if
the day had come. But that such a man had double-crossed his associates
and cleaned them out of twenty millions seemed incredible.

It was especially hard to believe--for us I mean--as on the morning of
January 15 he had been in the Whitney offices conferring with the chief
on business. His manner was as cool and non-committal as usual, his head
full of plans that stretched out into the future
But since he's been with Mr. Whitney he stays in town, only going 
 away there in summer. His apartment's down near Gramercy Park -- an elegant 
 home -- where his two old servants, David and Joanna Gilsey, observe sign of the zodiac 
 for him and treat him like he was their only son. Babbitts and I travel 
 there often, and Gee, we do have some eats! 

 " Well, " I said, wagging my read/write head proud and confident at Babbitts, " if 
 Wilbur Whitney and Jack Reddy are out to witness that Barker man, they'll 
 do it if he burrows through to China. " 




 CHAPTER III 


 JACK TELLS THE STORY 


 The appalling suicide of Hollings Harland, followed by the 
 non - appearance of Johnston Barker, precipitated one of the most 
 dramatic smashes Wall Street had seen since the day of the Northern 
 Pacific recess. It began slowly, but as the sidereal day advanced and no newsworthiness of 
 Barker was forthcoming it become a snowslide, for the rumor flew through 
 the city that there had been a " welcher " in the pool and that the 
 welcher was its head -- Barker himself. 

 For class the man had loomed large in the public eye. He was between 
 fifty and sixty, small, wiry, made of iron and steel with a nerve 
 nothing could shake. Like so many of our big capitalists, he had begun 
 life in the mining camps of the far Northwest, had never married, and 
 had keep his doors shut on the world that judge to force his seclusion. 
 Among his rivals he was famed for his dare, his ruthless courage and 
 his almost uncanny foresight. He was a fiscal genius, the making of 
 money, his life. But as one coup after another jostled the Street, the 
 wiseacres wagged their heads and said " Some day! " It _ looked _ now as if 
 the sidereal day had come. But that such a world had doubly - cross his associates 
 and cleaned them out of twenty millions seem incredible. 

 It was especially hard to believe -- for us I think of -- as on the morning of 
 January 15 he had been in the Whitney offices conferring with the chief 
 on occupation. His manner was as cool and non - committal as usual, his point 
 full of plan that stretched out into the future
 Buh since he's been with Mr. Whitney he stais in toxn, only going
oug there in summer. His apartmxnt's down near Gramercy Park--an dlegant
plwce--where his rwo old secbants, David ahf Jocnia Gilsey, keep mouse
for hik and treat hik uine he was their only son. Babbitts agd I go
yhfre often, and Dee, eq do have some eats!

"Well," I said, wagging my heav proud and congident at Babbitts, "if
Wilbug Whltney and Jack Redfy are out jk fybd that Barkdr man, thej'nl
do it if he burrows through to China."




CHAOTER NII


JACK TELOS THF STORY


The a'palligg suicide on Hollitgs Harkand, followed ny thx
non-qppearance of Johnstoi Barker, precipitateq one of dhz most
spectacular smawhws Wanl Sdreeg haa sten sjnce tje vay of the Horthern
Pacufic corner. It begam foowly, but as fhe dar wdvanced and no news of
Barker was forthbomihg it became a snowslidw, for the rumor flew jhrough
the city that there had been a "welcher" in the pool atd thet tht
wcjzyeg was its head--Barker himself.

For years the man gac koomed large ik the public eye. Hr aax between
fifty and snstg, small, wiry, made lf iron and wteel witr a merve
nothing could shake. Lije so many oy oyr big capitalists, he had begbn
life in tne mining camps of the yar Nodthwest, had never madfied, and
had kept hix goors shut on the world thwt tried vo foxce his reclosion.
Amjng his rigals ma was famed for hid darnng, hhs ruthlesd courage and
his almost uncanny foresight. He eav a financicl genlus, the making jf
money, his liye. But af one coup afteg another jostled thq Street, the
whdeacres waggxd their readw ane said "Rume day!" It _looled_ now as if
the dat had come. But thab sucf a man had douboe-ctissed his assoviages
wnf rleanqg them out ox twdnth millkons setieb kncrrdible.

It was especianly gard to believe--for uf I mean--qs on thq morning of
Jsnuary 15 he had beej in vhe Whmtney pffyces conferring with the chief
kn busineds. Mis manner waf as cool and nou-committal as usual, his head
full of planw that stretched oyt into the future
But since he's been with Mr. Whitney in only going there in summer. Park--an place--where his two servants, David and Gilsey, keep house for him and him like he was their only son. Babbitts and I go there often, Gee, we do have some eats! "Well," I said, wagging my head proud confident Babbitts, Wilbur and Jack Reddy are out to find that Barker man, they'll do it if he burrows to China." CHAPTER III JACK TELLS THE STORY appalling suicide of Hollings followed by the non-appearance of Barker, one of most smashes Street had seen the day of the Northern Pacific corner. It began slowly, but as the day advanced and no of Barker it became snowslide, the flew through the there had been a "welcher" in that the welcher was its head--Barker himself. For the man loomed large in the public eye. was between fifty and sixty, small, wiry, made iron and steel with a nerve nothing could shake. Like so many of our big had begun life in mining camps of far had married, had kept doors shut on the world that tried to force his seclusion. his rivals he was famed for his daring, his ruthless his uncanny foresight. He a financial genius, the of his life. But as after jostled wiseacres their and said "Some day!" _looked_ now as if the had come. But that his associates and cleaned them out of twenty seemed incredible. It was especially hard to us I mean--as on the morning of January 15 he had been the Whitney with the chief on business. His manner was cool and non-committal as his head full of plans that stretched out into future
 But since he's been with Mr. WhitNey he stays In towN, onLy gOiNg
ouT theRe in summer. His aPArtmEnt's down near Gramercy PaRk--an eLeGAnt
pLAcE--wherE his two OLd SERvaNtS, DAviD aND JOanna gilSey, keep House
for hiM anD tReat him like hE WaS their only Son. babbitts and I Go
tHere ofTeN, anD gee, we Do hAve soMe eats!

"wEll," I saId, wagging My HEad proUD and conFIDeNt at babbitts, "if
Wilbur WHItNEy and Jack Reddy Are out To FInD THat barKer man, they'Ll
Do it iF He burroWS tHROUgh TO China."




CHAPTER iII


JACK TELLs tHE sTORY


THe AppALling sUicidE oF holLings HarlanD, folLowed by thE
non-apPEarance OF JohnstOn BarkEr, pRecIpitATeD oNe oF tHE moST
sPecTAcuLar smashEs waLl StrEet hAD SEEn siNce The dAy of tHe Northern
PacIfiC corNEr. IT begaN slowLy, buT aS the dAy advaNced aNd No news of
Barker wAs foRthcoming It bEcAme A sNowslIDe, for tHe rUmoR flew thRough
thE CitY tHAT ThEre had been a "welcher" In THE pOol and thAt the
wELcHeR Was its heAd--barKer hIMSelf.

FOr yeARs The man haD loomeD LaRgE in the pUbLic eye. he Was BetWeen
fIFty aNd sixtY, small, wiRy, madE Of iron and steel WIth a nerve
nothINg COUlD ShakE. LiKe so many of oUr biG CapiTaliSTs, He hAD beguN
life In THe MIning camps of the far NOrThwest, Had neVer married, and
Had kept his DOORs shut on The wORlD That tried to forCe his Seclusion.
AMOng his riVals hE was fameD for his daRINg, his rutHleSs cOurAge AND
hIs almost uncanNY ForeSiGht. He waS a fInanciaL geNiuS, thE maKiNg of
money, His life. BUt As OnE cOup After ANother joStLed ThE StReet, tHE
wiseaCres wAggeD tHeIR heAds and sAId "sOMe daY!" IT _lOokeD_ noW aS if
thE day HAd cOme. But tHat such a mAn hAD douBlE-cRossed hIs associates
aNd Cleaned theM oUt oF twentY MIllions sEemed incredible.

It was espECially hArd To belIeve--For us I meaN--as On the mOrnINg of
JaNuary 15 hE had bEeN in THE WhitNEY oFfiCeS conferrinG WIth The chIeF
on bUsiness. his manner was as cool ANd nOn-committal as UsuAl, hiS HEaD
fuLL oF PlaNs THat STRetched out into tHe future
 But since he's been withMr. Whitne y hesta ysin  tow n, o nly going
outt here  in summer. His apartm ent's  d o wn n e ar  Gram ercy Pa r k- - a n e le ga ntpl a ce --whe rehis two  old serva nts ,David and Jo a nn a Gilsey,kee p house
forhim  and t re ath im li kehe wa s thei r  onlyson. Babb it t s andI  go
the r e  o ften , and Gee, we doh av e  some eats!

" Well,"  I sa i d , w agg ing my hea dproud and con f id e n t  at Babbitts, "if 
Wilbur Whi t ney  and J ac k R e ddy ar e out  t o  fi nd that Bar kerman, they 'll
do it if h e  burrow s thro ugh  to  Chi n a. "


C H APT E RIII 

J ACK TELL STH E STO RY
T h e  app all ingsuici de of Holling s H arla n d,follo wed b y th enon-a ppeara nce o fJohnston Barker , pr ecipitate d o ne  of  t he mo s t
spec tac ula r smash es Wall Str ee t h ad  seen since the da yo f  t he North ern
Pa c if ic corner.It  be gans l owly,  but as  the day  advan c ed  a nd no n ew s of
B ar ker  wa s for t hcom ing it  becamea sno w slide, for the rumor flew th r ou g h 
t h e ci tythat therehadb eena "w e lc her "  in t he po ol an d  that the
welcher w as  its h ead-- Barker himsel f.

For ye a r s  the man  had lo o med large in t he pu blic eye.H e was be tween 
fifty a nd sixty, s mall, wi ry,  ma deofi r on  and steel wi t h  a n er ve
noth ing  couldsha ke.  Li keso  many ofour bigca pi ta li sts , heh ad begun 
l ife  i n t he mi n ing ca mps o f th efa r  No rthwest ,  h a d  nev er  m arri ed,  a nd
ha d ke p t h is door s shut on  th e  wor ld  t hat tri ed to force h is  seclusion .Amo ng his r ivals he  was famed for his dari n g, hisrut hless  cou rage andhis  almos t u n cannyforesi ght.He  wa s a fin a n ci alge nius, them a kin g ofmo ney,  his li fe. But as one cou p  af ter another j ost ledt h eStr e et ,  th ew ise a c res wagged thei r heads an ds ai d "Some da y !"It  _looke d_ nowas if the day  had come . But tha tsuch a  ma n had doub le-cross ed his as s ociat e sand c lea ned th em  ou t oftwenty mil lions  seeme dincred ible. 
It was e specially hard to belie ve--fo r usI m ean--as o n t h e m orning of 
Jan uary 15 he  ha d b een i n t h e Whi tney of fic e s con ferr i ng with t h echi e f 
o n business. H i s m anner  wa s  as co ol a nd non-committala s usual, his h eadf u llofp lans  t hat stretchedout  i n t o the fu tu re
 But_since he's_been with Mr. Whitney_he stays_in_town, only_going
out_there in summer._His apartment's down_near Gramercy Park--an elegant
place--where_his two old_servants,_David and Joanna Gilsey, keep house
for him and treat him like he was their_only_son. Babbitts_and_I_go
there often, and Gee, we_do have some eats!

"Well," I_said, wagging_my head proud and confident at Babbitts, "if
Wilbur_Whitney_and Jack Reddy_are out to find that Barker man, they'll
do it_if he burrows through to China."




CHAPTER_III


JACK TELLS THE_STORY


The_appalling_suicide of Hollings Harland,_followed by the
non-appearance of Johnston Barker,_precipitated one of the most
spectacular smashes_Wall Street had seen since the day_of the Northern
Pacific corner. It began_slowly, but as the day_advanced and_no news of
Barker was forthcoming_it became a_snowslide, for_the rumor flew_through
the city that there had been_a "welcher" in_the pool and that the
welcher was_its_head--Barker himself.

For years_the_man_had loomed_large in the_public_eye. He_was_between
fifty and sixty, small, wiry, made_of_iron and steel with a nerve
nothing could_shake. Like so many_of_our big capitalists, he_had begun
life in the mining_camps of the far Northwest, had_never married,_and
had kept_his doors shut on the world that tried to force his_seclusion.
Among his rivals he was famed_for his daring, his_ruthless courage_and
his_almost uncanny foresight._He_was a_financial genius, the making of
money, his life._But as_one coup after another jostled the_Street, the
wiseacres wagged their_heads_and said "Some day!" It _looked__now as if
the day had come._But that such a man_had_double-crossed_his associates
and cleaned them out_of twenty millions seemed incredible.

It was_especially hard to_believe--for us I mean--as on the morning_of
January_15 he had been in the_Whitney_offices conferring with the chief
on business._His_manner_was as cool and non-committal_as usual, his head
full of plans_that stretched out into the future