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“Ah. A reputable outfit… Well, you’ve been honest at last. I’ll take a chance and be honest with you. Smith made me uncomfortable. For one thing, who in blazes buys a floating palace steamboat in this day and age? For another… Well, for another, my instincts were aroused. On the other hand, there was no legitimate reason not to cash the bonds — and, in fact, an obligation — since our firm was the issuing agent.”
“If the legitimacy of the bonds was not in doubt, what was odd?”
“While he was here, a message came in for him on our private wire.”
Isaac Bell felt an electric jolt. Pay dirt!
42
“Did you see the wire?”
Bell tried to sound casual but doubted he was fooling the manager.
“It was in cipher. Just numbers.”
“Does that imply he works for your firm?”
“No. And I’m quite sure he doesn’t. If he happened to work for the firm, wouldn’t he have introduced himself as such when he arrived?”
“Then how did he gain the use of your private telegraph?”
“The firm extends certain courtesies to good customers — as does any broker. Perhaps sometimes more than we should. By law, outsiders are forbidden to use leased wires. But everyone does it.”
“As I understand it,” said Bell, hoping to encourage his candor, “it’s a matter of business.” He was no stranger to private wires. The Van Dorn Detective Agency leased one. But he wanted the manager’s version untarnished by his preconceptions. Something was troubling the man.
“Yes, a matter of business. To send a message on an existing private wire is less costly than the usual commercial message, quicker, and certainly more convenient.”
“And more private,” said Bell.
“Yes, the advantages of a private closed wire include economy, quickness of dispatch, and privacy.”
“Did he send a reply?”
“It was brief. An acknowledgment, I presume, but it, too, was in cipher.”
Bell asked another question to which he knew the answer. “Are ciphers unusual?”
“Not among brokers. It’s only sensible to conceal buy and sell orders just in case the telegrapher violates his oath of privacy.”
“What do you make of it?”
“He is a friend of the firm, shall I put it? A special customer. Of the New York firm, I mean. I don’t know him from Adam. But he knows someone in New York.”
Isaac Bell stood up and offered his hand. “I appreciate your candor.” What was it the manager had said earlier? The firm extends certain courtesies… Perhaps sometimes more than we should. “May I ask you one more thing?”
“Go ahead.”
“I am curious why.”
“Why what?”
“What made you candid?”
The manager straightened his shoulders. “Mark Twain says that he intends to move back to Cincinnati on Judgment Day because we’re twenty years behind the times. Fine with me. I’m old-fashioned. I don’t like stock traders who can afford private wires getting a jump on the fellow who has to use the public wire. And Thibodeau & Marzen didn’t used to be the sort of outfit that liked them either.”
* * *
Bell stopped at Western Union on his way to meet Kenny Bloom at the Queen City Club and wired a telegram to Grady Forrer:
