Dunmore said he thought
he could persuade or force Mr. Fleming to consent, and he wanted a
contract guaranteeing him a vice-presidency with Mill-Pack, at forty
thousand a year, if and when the merger was accomplished. The contract
was duly signed about the first of last November."
"Well, good Lord!" Gladys Fleming's eyes widened. "When did you hear
about that?"
"I got that out of Gresham, a couple of days after the blow-up, when it
was too late to be of any use to me," Rand said. "If I'd known it from
the beginning, it might have saved me some work. Not much, though.
Gresham was just as badly scared about the facts coming out as Goode was.
I can't prove collusion between him and Goode, but Gresham was helping
spread the suicide story, too."
"Nice friends Lane had! But didn't anybody think there was something odd
about that accident, immediately after that contract was signed?"
"Of course they did, but try and get them to admit it, even to
themselves. Nobody likes to think that the new vice president of the
company murdered his way into the position. So everybody assumed the
attitudes of the three Japanese monkeys, and made respectable noises
about what a great loss Mr. Fleming was to the business world, and how
lucky Dunmore was that he had that contract.
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