'But Colonel!' implored Hawkins; 'stop and think; don't be rash; you know it's the only chance we've got to get the money; and besides, the Bible itself says posterity to the fourth generation shall be punished for the sins and crimes committed by ancestors four generations back that hadn't anything to do with them; and so it's only fair to turn the rule around and make it work both ways.'
The Colonel was struck with the strong logic of this position. He strode up and down, and thought it painfully over. Finally he said:
'There's reason in it; yes, there's reason in it. And so, although it seems a piteous thing to sweat this poor ancient devil for a burglary he hadn't the least hand in, still if duty commands I suppose we must give him up to the authorities.'
'I would,' said Hawkins, cheered and relieved, 'I'd give him up if he was a thousand ancestors compacted into one.'
'Lord bless me, that's just what he is,' said Sellers, with something like a groan, 'it's exactly what he is; there's a contribution in him from every ancestor he ever had. In him there's atoms of priests, soldiers, crusaders, poets, and sweet and gracious women—all kinds and conditions of folk who trod this earth in old, old centuries, and vanished out of it ages ago, and now by act of ours they are summoned from their holy peace to answer for gutting a one-horse bank away out on the borders of Cherokee Strip, and it's just a howling outrage!'
'Oh, don't talk like that, Colonel; it takes the heart all out of me, and makes me ashamed of the part I am proposing to—'
'Wait—I've got it!'
'A saving hope? Shout it out, I am perishing.'
'It's perfectly simple; a child would have thought of it. He is all right, not a flaw in him, as far as I have carried the work. If I've been able to bring him as far as the beginning of this century, what's to stop me now? I'll go on and materialize him down to date.'
'Land, I never thought of that!' said Hawkins all ablaze with joy again. 'It's the very thing. What a brain you have got! And will he shed the superfluous arm?'
'He will.'
'And lose his English accent?'
'It will wholly disappear. He will speak Cherokee Strip—and other forms of profanity.'
'Colonel, maybe he'll confess!'
'Confess? Merely that bank robbery?'
'Merely? Yes, but why 'merely'?'
The Colonel said in his most impressive manner: 'Hawkins, he will be wholly under my command. I will make him confess every crime he ever committed. There must be a thousand. Do you get the idea?'
'Well—not quite.'
'The rewards will come to us.'
'Prodigious conception! I never saw such ahead for seeing with a lightning glance all the outlying ramifications and possibilities of a central idea.'
'It is nothing; it comes natural to me. When his time is out in one jail he goes to the next and the next, and we shall have nothing to do but collect the rewards as he goes along. It is a perfectly steady income as long as we live, Hawkins. And much better than other kinds of investments, because he is indestructible.'
'It looks—it really does look the way you say; it does indeed.'
'Look?—why it is. It will not be denied that I have had a pretty wide and comprehensive financial experience, and I do not hesitate to say that I consider this one of the most valuable properties I have ever controlled.'
'Do you really think so?'
'I do, indeed.'
'O, Colonel, the wasting grind and grief of poverty! If we could realize immediately. I don't mean sell it all, but sell part—enough, you know, to—'
'See how you tremble with excitement. That comes of lack of experience. My boy, when you have been familiar with vast operations as long as I have, you'll be different. Look at me; is my eye dilated? do you notice a quiver anywhere? Feel my pulse: plunk-plunk-plunk—same as if I were asleep. And yet, what is passing through my calm cold mind? A procession of figures which would make a financial novice drunk just the sight of them. Now it is by keeping cool, and looking at a thing all around, that a man sees what's really in it, and saves himself from the novice's unfailing mistake—the one you've just suggested—eagerness to realize. Listen to me. Your idea is to sell a part of him for ready cash. Now mine is—guess.'
'I haven't an idea. What is it?'
'Stock him—of course.'
'Well, I should never have thought of that.'
'Because you are not a financier. Say he has committed a thousand crimes. Certainly that's a low estimate. By the look of him, even in his unfinished condition, he has committed all of a million. But call it only a thousand to be perfectly safe; five thousand reward, multiplied by a thousand, gives us a dead sure cash basis of—what? Five million dollars!'
'Wait—let me get my breath.'
'And the property indestructible. Perpetually fruitful—perpetually; for a property with his disposition will go on committing crimes and winning rewards.'
'You daze me, you make my head whirl!'
'Let it whirl, it won't do it any harm. Now that matter is all fixed—leave it alone. I'll get up the company and issue the stock, all in good time. Just leave it in my hands. I judge you don't doubt my ability to work it up for all it is worth.'
'Indeed I don't. I can say that with truth.'
'All right, then. That's disposed of. Everything in its turn. We old operators, go by order and system—no helter-skelter business with us. What's the next thing on the docket? The carrying on of the materialization—the bringing it down to date. I will begin on that at once. I think—
'Look here, Rossmore. You didn't lock It in. A hundred to one it has escaped!'
'Calm yourself, as to that; don't give yourself any uneasiness.'
'But why shouldn't it escape?'
'Let it, if it wants to? What of it?'
'Well, I should consider it a pretty serious calamity.'
'Why, my dear boy, once in my power, always in my power. It may go and come freely. I can produce it here whenever I want it, just by the exercise of my will.'
'Well, I am truly glad to hear that, I do assure you.'
'Yes, I shall give it all the painting it wants to do, and we and the family will make it as comfortable and contented as we can. No occasion to restrain its movements. I hope to persuade it to remain pretty quiet, though, because a materialization which is in a state of arrested development must of necessity be pretty soft and flabby and substanceless, and—er—by the way, I wonder where It comes from?'
'How? What do you mean?'
The earl pointed significantly—and interrogatively toward the sky. Hawkins started; then settled into deep reflection; finally shook his head sorrowfully and pointed downwards.
'What makes you think so, Washington?'
'Well, I hardly know, but really you can see, yourself, that he doesn't seem to be pining for his last place.'
'It's well thought! Soundly deduced. We've done that Thing a favor. But I believe I will pump it a little, in a quiet way, and find out if we are right.'
'How long is it going to take to finish him off and fetch him down to date, Colonel?'
'I wish I knew, but I don't. I am clear knocked out by this new detail—this unforeseen necessity of working a subject down gradually from his condition of ancestor to his ultimate result as posterity. But I'll make him hump himself, anyway.'
'Rossmore!'
'Yes, dear. We're in the laboratory. Come—Hawkins is here. Mind, now Hawkins—he's a sound, living, human being to all the family—don't forget that. Here she comes.'
