And so he flung himself into the work. He went to his office every day, and he shut himself up in his own rooms in the evening. Mrs. Winnie was in despair because he would not come and learn bridge, and Mrs. Vivie Patton sought him in vain for a week-end party. He could not exactly say that while the others slept he was toiling upward in the night, for the others did not sleep in the night; but he could say that while they were feasting and dancing, he was delving into insurance law. Oliver argued in vain to make him realise that he could not live for ever upon one client; and that it was as important for a lawyer to be a social light as to win his first big case. Montague was so absorbed that he even failed to be thrilled when one morning he opened an invitation envelope, and read the fateful legend: "Mrs. Devon requests the honour of your company" — telling nim that he had "passed"on that critical examination morning, and that he was definitely and irrevocably in Society!
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CHAPTER XII
MONTAGUE was now a capitalist, and therefore a keeper of the gates of opportunity. It seemed as though the seekers for admission must have had some occult way of finding it out; almost immediately they began to lay siege to him.
About a week after his check arrived, Major Thorne, whom he had met the first evening at the Loyal Legion, called him up and asked to see him; and he came to Montague's room that evening, and after chatting awhile about old times, proceeded to unfold a business proposition. It seemed that the Major had a grandson, a young mechanical engineer, who had been labouring for a couple of years at a very important invention, a aevice for loading coal upon steamships and weighing it automatically in the process. It was a very complicated problem, needless to say, but it had been solved successfully, and patents had been applied for, and a working model constructed. But it had proved unexpectedly diflScult to interest the officials of the great steamship companies in the device. There was no doubt about the practicability of the machine, or the economies it would effect; but the officials raised trivial objections, and caused delays, and offered prices that were ridiculously inadequate. So the young inventor had
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conceived the idea of organising a company to manufacture the machines, and rent them upon a royalty. "I didn't know whether you would have any money," said Major Thorne, "— but I thought you might be in touch with others who could be got to look into the matter. There is a fortune in it for those who take it up."
Montague was interested, and he looked over the plans and descriptions which his friend had brought, and said that he would see the working model, and talk the proposition over with others. And so the Major took his departure.
The first person Montague spoke to about it was Oliver, with whom he chanced to be lunching, at the latter's club. This was the "All Night" club, a meeting-place of fast young society men and millionaire bohemians, who made a practice of going to bed at daylight, and had taken for their motto the words of Tennyson — "For men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever." It was not a proper club for his bi'other to join, Oliver considered; Montague's "game"was the heavy respectable, and the person to put him up was General Prentice. But he was permitted to lunch there with his brother to chaperon him — and also Reggie Mann, who happened in, fresh from talking over the itinerary of the foreign prince with Mrs. Ridgley-Clieveden, and bringing a diverting account of how Mrs. R.-C. had had a fisticuffs with her maid.
Montague mentioned the invention casually, and with no idea that his brother would have an opinion one way or the other. But Oliver had
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quite a vigorous opinion: "Good God, Allan, you aren't going to let yourself be persuaded into a thing like that!"
"But what do you know about it?" asked the other. "It may be a tremendous thing."
"Of course!" cried Oliver. "But what can you tell about it ? You'll be like a child in other people's hands, and they'll be certain to rob you. And why in the world do you want to take risks when you don't have to ?"
"I have to put my money somewhere," said Montague.
"His first fee is burning a hole in his pocket!" put in Reggie Mann, with a chuckle. 'Turn it over to me, Mr. Montague, and let me spend it in a gorgeous entertainment for Alice; and the prestige of it will bring you more cases than you can handle in a lifetime !"
"He had much better spend it all for soda water than buy a lot of coal chutes with it," said Oliver. "Wait awhile, and let me find you some place to put your money, and you'll see that you don't have to take any risks."
"I had no idea of taking it up until I'd made certain of it," replied the other. "And those whose judgment I took would, of course, go in also."