rising wages,” was John Taylor’s dry addendum.
“Rising price of cotton, you mean,” Harry corrected.
“Oh, temporarily,” John Taylor admitted.
“Precisely, and thus postpone the decision.”
‚ÄúNo, Mr. ¬ÝCresswell. I‚Äôm offering to let you in on the ground floor‚ÅÝ‚Äî now ‚ÅÝ‚Äînot next year, or year after.‚Äù
‚Äú Mr. ¬ÝTaylor, have you any money in this?‚Äù
“Everything I’ve got.”
“Well, the thing is this way: if you can prove to us that conditions are as you say, we’re in for it.”
‚ÄúGood! Meet me in New York, say‚ÅÝ‚Äîlet‚Äôs see, this is March tenth‚ÅÝ‚Äîwell, May third.‚Äù
Young Cresswell was thinking rapidly. This man without doubt represented money. He was anxious for an alliance. Why? Was it all straight, or did