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"With the treaty ratified, if the deal goes through we'll all be rich."
Something about the remark which rose over the babel of voices arrested Kennedy's
attention. For one thing, it was a woman's voice, and it was not the sort of remark to be
expected from a woman, at least not in such a place.
Craig had been working pretty hard and began to show the strain. We had taken an
evening off and now had dropped in after the theater at the Burridge, one of the most
frequented midnight resorts on Broadway.
At the table next to us--and the tables at the Burridge were so close that one almost
rubbed elbows with those at the next--sat a party of four, two ladies in evening gowns
and two men in immaculate black and white.
"I hope you are right, Leontine," returned one of the men, with an English accent. "The
natural place for the islands is under the American flag, anyway."
"Yes," put in the other; "the people have voted for it before. They want it."
It was at the time that the American and Danish governments were negotiating about the
transfer of the Danish West Indies, and quite evidently they were discussing the islands.
The last speaker seemed to be a Dane, but the woman with him, evidently his wife, was
not. It was a curious group, worth more than a passing glance. For a moment Craig
watched them closely.
"That woman in blue," he whispered, "is a typical promoter."
I recognized the type which is becoming increasingly frequent in Wall Street as the
competition in financial affairs grows keener and women enter business and professional
There were plenty of other types in the brilliantly lighted dining-room, and we did not
dwell long on the study of our neighbors. A few moments later Kennedy left me and was
visiting another table. It was a habit of his, for he had hundreds of friends and
acquaintances, and the Burridge was the place to which every one came.
This time I saw that he had stopped before some one whom I recognized. It was Captain
Marlowe of the American Shipping Trust, to whom Kennedy had been of great assistance
at the time of the launching of his great ship, the Usona. Marlowe's daughter Marjorie
was not with him, having not yet returned from her honeymoon trip, and he was
accompanied by a man whose face was unfamiliar to me.